Love is...

pumpkin pie. It's one of the few things that I've cooked in recent times. There have been a few pies, biscotti, rugelah, and the occasional thrown together meal (mostly peanut butter sandwiches) when Alex was taking care of business outside of the house. It's been a hairy and hectic few weeks and somehow eating has not been a priority so much as a necessity. Food as fuel is a new concept and one that I'm thankfully starting to leave behind me. The pies, well those are for my husband. Because he loves them and because he deserves a little something special for dealing with the chaos right beside me. He makes sure there's always food in the house, a glass of water or juice at my elbow when I'm nursing, and at least one well cooked meal (not an easy feat) every day. All this in addition to dealing with the myriad details that go along with childbirth, death, holidays, and birthdays. So the fact that he enjoys eating my cookies and pies all day long means that I will bestir myself to bake them, no matter what else falls by the wayside. It may look like a simple pumpkin pie, in reality it's so much more...