Soon it was time for the crust. That comes with big wooden tools (also known as wooden rolling pins), so it attracts the children. They all take turns rolling out the crust. It might mean that it’s a little less flaky, and not quite as even and pretty, but it’s not being entered into the fair, right? And Grandma will still think it’s good.
As the first few swipes of the rolling pin go across the crust dough, I hear my daughter gasp, “Look Mom! We are baking love into the pie!”
Sure enough, the children each taking turns had resulted in the dough rolling out in the shape of a heart!
Thank you, Holy Spirit, for the assist on that one. For weeks following Thanksgiving, my daughter told everyone who would listen how she baked EXTRA love into the pies for this year.
She’s never again questioned making things from scratch.
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