Forgive me Pie People, for I have sinned. It has been 1661 days since my last posting.
I know, I know. You counted. I counted too. Every morning I'd wake up and
think, "Today's the day I'll write about that magnificent key lime pie,"
and then I'd stare at my laptop screen.
Honestly, I burned out during the pandemic and then I had a hard time
getting back into it. I just wanted to eat pie in silence. And let me tell you,
silent pie consumption is a lonely art form. No one to share the triumph of a
perfectly flaky crust, no one to witness the tragedy of a soggy apples. Just
me, my fork, and the crushing weight of my abandoned pie blog.
The irony wasn't lost on me that while the world was baking bread, I—a
person whose identity revolved around circular pastries—couldn't even muster
the enthusiasm to write about a simple fruit tart. I had become a fraud, a
shell of my former flour-dusted self.
But life has seasons and this season is called "I am back."
What got me back? The pure goodness of this Apple Crumble (made with
oatmeal!). A sign from the heavens? One bite of that buttery, oat-studded top
layer giving way to tender, cinnamon-kissed apples below, and suddenly my
fingers were tingling—not from carpal tunnel, but from the desperate need to
share this revelation with you, my patient, long-suffering readers.
So here I am, humbled and hungry, ready to resume my sacred duty of chronicling the circular wonders of this world. Thank you for waiting. The pie posts shall flow again.
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