fueled by pie.
to put your hair up
𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇
and open a window
to let the Fall breeze dance with your jazz compilation
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒆.
that grounds us in a way
hypnotizing us to believe 𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒆𝒔.
Shaking our heads at such a silly thought
only to realize
in the midst of chopping, tasting and sprinkling
that we’re 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈
and sometimes 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, or 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈.
It actually works.
Pie, the healer, the sweet late night confidant.
Make a pie...
𝗘𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗣𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗣𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝗶𝗲
🍑 6 chopped peaches
🍑 2 cups brown sugar
🍑1 tablespoon vanilla
🍑2 tablespoons cornstarch
🍑splash of bourbon...𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒅𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆 😉, about 3 tablespoons
🍑mix, pour, add slices of butter, bake at 350 for about 45 minutes (or until crust is slightly brown)
🍑WAIT and let cool, that sh*# is hot.
𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁: @silk Almond Pumpkin Spice. ❤️🧡💛