I am married to a
Godly,
hockey player,
white collar,
farmer,
Mr. Fix-it,
auto mechanic,
goes into the woods and
cuts trees down to heat his parents' house,
rugged as they come,
man.
Who happens to also love baking pies.
I am talking grow the apples, bake a pie.
Grow the pumpkins,
bake some pies.
After a long day at the farm,
or at work,
he'll come home,
bake some pies
& then we throw everyone into the car
to deliver them warm,
to unsuspecting friends.
We joke that we need a pie mobile sign on our car
& a little siren on top that plays circus music as we drive up.
A few weeks ago I walked into church
and all on the same day from different women
I was handed:
1) a stack of pie plates,
2) a papmered chef crust protector
3) a canning magazine
4) a candle
All gifts FOR MY HUSBAND :)
It cracked me up!
(Did I mention he also started canning this year?)
My mom showe him how.
They even made some homeade ketchup!
Then, when I got together with some girlfriends,
Mendie pulls this out of her purse:
(but it was full :)
"This is for your husband,
he and I were talking about canning recipes."
And you should see the sweet letters
he is receiving in the mail from other women :)
I am a lucky girl...
I get pies and homeade goodies
& he teaches the kids to bake.
No wonder Bo is enjoying his cooking classes.
Best of all I am married to a man who loves
baking because of the joy it brings others.
Can ya blame me?
