This particular pie is from Four and Twenty Blackbirds, a local bakery known for their amazing offerings. Heated up with a little butter, I was in cinnamon apple, heaven!!!
this is a blog about the food in my life. what I eat, what I wanna eat, what I make, what I bake, what I wanna make and bake, ideas and recipes. it's also my thoughts on food or stories behind the meals. The lyric references are from my lifelong love of classic rock and funk and from working a hunnerd years in music retail.
Thursday, August 1, 2024
Blackbird, Fly
We don't buy sweets, but on occasion, the universe still manages to provide me with the most delectable treats. Actually, when I say universe, I mean my neighbors. We sometimes water their plants, and mind their mail. They often leave for long periods of time and in exchange for these small favors, they give pies and cookies and maple syrup. Gifts I cherish.
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brooklyn,
Four and Twenty Blackbirds,
neighbors,
pie,
The Beatles
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