A Martha Stewart Moment

Recently the boys and I made a homemade peach pie for Daddy (I needed a good excuse to indulge in a pie!) It started out well, but was far from the Martha Stewart experience that I was originally hoping to give the boys. There weren't any cotton starched aprons or pre-measured cups with the appropriate ingredients all ready to be poured, sifted, stirred, folded and assembled. But all in all, it was fun (mostly), only a little stressful for me, and not nearly as messy as I had anticipated. Thankfully, Chloe slept through the whole thing!

The boys started out taking turns helping me dump ingredients into the bowl. I tried my hardest to be patient, knowing full well it would have been quicker if I just did it myself. Cammy asserted himself several times, declaring, "It's my turn-n-n-n-n!" And of course Cade had to make sure that I understood how he was the better choice for stirring the peaches, since after all, "I'm bigger, Mom. Cammy's just little." They each jockeyed for position, as if my picking them was a sign that I preferred one over the other.

After the pie was baking, we indulged in the "scraps." Cade licked the bowl (well not technically, but he did use his fingers to scoop out the leftover peach goo that didn't make it into the pie!) and Cammy and I ate the leftover dough. I love raw pie dough --- call me crazy --- I mean who doesn't love a good raw pastry crust?

What did I learn from today? Martha Stewart may have the corner on the market in regards to maintaining an appearance of "perfection" in all things homemaking, but, honestly, I don't think my boys will remember me for my perfect perfomances as much as they will remember how much fabulous fun we had along the way!