Poison Apple

Daddy, I'm going to wish very, very hard for a poison apple.  These are the words that my granddaughter, Kaitlyn, told her daddy this morning.  Why, do you want a poison apple, he asked. 

 

Well, if I had a poison apple I could take a bite out of it and then fall into a deep, dark sleep.  When my teacher finds me she will run to my "boyfriend", Paul's classroom and bring him to me because she knows he is my one true love.  He will then kiss me on the cheek and then I will wake up.  

When he shared this story with me I was rolling with laughter.   This child is five years old and has already laid a well made plan on how to obtain a kiss from a 5 year old boy in her class.  The boys in her classes don't stand a chance.

I was in the Tuesday Morning store on Friday to pick some ribbon for the store when I came across my daughter-in-law's bakeware. When they were living in Italy, she had traveled to the Polish factory for Boleslawiec pottery.  Each piece is handcrafted and the high-density stoneware disperses the heat more evenly for better baking.  The rich cobalt blue color is my favorite and I have always envied her pieces.

They only had the one pie plate and I grabbed it for $12.00.  These pie plates retail as much as $60.00 each.  Oh, how I wish they had another one.  Now that I had this beautiful pie plate, I had to make my honey a homemade  blueberry pie...one of his favorites.  Just look how marvelous this pie looks. 

 Hot out of the oven and cooling on the stove, my honey ran out and brought back some french vanilla ice cream to guild this lily a la mode.  I have to say the pie was tasty.  Kerry, you are so correct, it was the pie plate that made it so good.   

Hope your week is a kind and gentle one and wishing everyone a happy valentines day.  Sea Witch