Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, I present to you my first ever pie made with homemade pie crust. That's right. I made a blueberry pie, including a crust from scratch.
I must be channeling my mom or something, because not only did I make a pie that would have made Betty Crocker weep because it was so good, but I also taught four violin lessons, practiced with my own daughter, (who is sounding pretty darn amazing on the Vivaldi concerto she's working on), did two loads of laundry, cleaned out my refrigerator, made a complete nutritionally balanced dinner, and prepped and taught Family Home Evening.
Yes, it's a good thing I had that Diet Coke, or I'd be translated right about now.
And I fully expect to wear my pajamas, eat leftover pie for breakfast and not do a single productive thing for the entire rest of the week.