Today I'm coming down hard from the delight of a four day weekend, which means this post may be brief. Over the weekend, I celebrated my 11th anniversary with my fabulous husband, John. We dropped the boys at Grandma's, and went out for Moroccan food and did some shopping. Without kids. On our own. Just the two of us. Did I already emphasize the no kids thing?
Another highlight was that I got to spend an entire day with my new nephew, Elijah. Just seven days old! When my brother went back to work, I spent the day helping my sis-in-law, which meant lots of snuggly baby time:) And the finale of the weekend was spending all day Sunday in pajamas with the boys. As the guys played the day away, I sat back and read a super trashy novel. I decided the perfect end to the mini-vacation might just be some pie.
And because my hubby loves pineapple, I chose the Jamaican Pineapple Pie recipe from Extending the Table. The filling was ridiculously easy. Basically just spicing and thickening up 4-5 cups of fruit, which could be fresh or canned. I even learned that one pineapple equals 4-5 cups, to which I said, "Ha!" Of course, I took the short cut. Why would I fuss with doing whatever it is a pineapple needs to be edible when I could open a can and go back to reading? One of these days, I will gather the perfect, organic, locally grown produce and meat from animals that forage in the plains for grubs and sweet grass, but this weekend was not the time. No, this weekend was for my boys and my hubby and sweet pineapple pie made from a can.
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