Saturday Night and Rhubarb Pie
It's still raining. Although, actually, I should say, it's raining again, as still raining would imply that the rain had never stopped. And it starts and stops and starts again, and again and again, quite frequently this time of year, with a little thunder and lightning tonight, as well, just to make the evening extra cozy.
I think Colorado has forgotten that it's almost June and supposed to be feeling like summer, or at the very least, a warm spring day, but not this lingering chill that had me pull on fuzzy socks and an extra blanket tonight.
After working hard at work this week while my department was severely understaffed, my husband and I worked hard all day today on our house. While he built bookshelves to flank our fireplace, I painted what is almost the very last bit of our house that needed painting, and I sincerely hope to never have to paint the entirety of the inside of a house again in my life. My body will be aching tomorrow.
Last night when I came home from work, I made a rhubarb pie. It's my husband's favorite. You can find my recipe for rhubarb pie in this post from last summer, and I hope you try it. When cooked in a pie, rhubarb has the texture of soft apples, and a lovely sweet-tart flavor that's perfect accompanied by a scoop of ice cream.
These are just a few photos of late from my Instagram. Crumb-coated cakes, ready to be decorated, rhubarb pie with thick lattice crust, about to be brushed with egg wash and sprinkled with sugar before baking, pretty velvet ribbon tied around a box of cookies.
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