I was house sitting all week. I wanted to leave a little something for the home owners and got very excited (as is my wont) over the idea of a peach pie. Then I remembered that I had some tired looking blueberries in the refrigerator, so in they went.
I ran into a little problem when I couldn’t find a pie plate – I could not find a pie plate! How…odd. My eldest son had fortuitously called me the previous evening regaling me with his and his girlfriend’s latest culinary adventure – galette. Galette. That will do, I thought to myself.
I couldn’t find a rolling pin, so I used a tall cup instead.
Making do. Making do.