Yesterday Sam and I decided to make Daddy an apple pie. Bill’d been fired up to go to a local farmer’s market on Saturday morning and buy an apple pie from the pie lady, but I had convinced him to let me make him a pie and thus give us a little project to do and importantly, save some pennies (sorry nice pie lady).
Bill picked up some Golden Delicious apples that were on sale at the supermarket in the last chance section (on my first visit to the supermarket with the kids a nice gentleman had pulled me aside and shown me that little almost hidden section) and Sam and I set to work. Sam started off by having a great time. He’s really liking being able to see cooking in progress and to be able to get involved and help with some simple stuff. He happily helped me weigh and measure the ingredients and then he sifted the dry measures into the mixing bowl for me.
As I cut the butter into the flour and sugar it started to go wrong though. Thomas, Shiny Thomas, Alfie, Yellow Digger, Digger, Orange Dozer, Dozer, Gordon, and Gordon’s Tender apparently all had to come and help me too. Sweetly sleeping Bea then started bawling from the other room and I began to lose control as Thomas, Shiny Thomas, Alfie, Yellow Digger, Digger, Gordon, and Gordon’s Tender tried to help mix in the butter and then Sam decided we needed more flour on the countertop and that Orange Dozer and Dozer ought to help spread it out.
Sam really wasn’t the problem but as I started on the apple filling and Bea continued to be upset I became very torn. My little girl was crying and needed me, but I was racing to finish and get the pie baking, and I also couldn’t go see to her and leave Sam covered in flour and playing in the kitchen with a hot oven and knives around. Sam eagerly brought back a banished Yellow Digger who “helpfully” tried to carry apple slices around the counter and into the pie crust for me. Bea’s crying continued to sizzle my brain. I lost it. I lifted Sam up, carried him unwillingly to his room and plopped him onto his bed, NAPTIME!
I took a break, made myself a nice cup of tea, and was able to calm baby Bea back down with a good feed. Once all was quiet I was able to finish the apple pie, though thank to Sam and all his friends it rather more resembled apple crumble.
A little later Sam woke up in a very good mood and we all headed out to a playground for some fresh air before it got dark. On our return I cooked up some custard from scratch and with that drizzled all over the pie we had overselves a pretty stonking dessert. Despite appearances Sam’s culinary work tasted delicious. He was very proud that he had helped to make dinner and didn’t seem to mind that he’d been plonked into bed half way through the recipe!