Socializing with Pie

I spent most of Saturday morning making six pies to take to the pie social. I wanted to do some that were a bit out of the ordinary, so I chose oatmeal, cherry macaroon, fudge, German chocolate, butterscotch, and chocolate shoofly. I made them early enough in the day to let them cool, then loaded them into the car and headed to the school, which is up the road about four miles.

There are two buildings on this campus: the 1927 schoolhouse which is undergoing renovations, and the 1950s-era “library,” which has a kitchen, two bathrooms, the smaller room used by our sewing group, and a larger room for the current community library. We had set up card tables in the library portion so people could eat in there and enjoy the music provided by the Swan Jammers. The pie, chili, and quesadilla serving stations were set up in the sewing room:

That is my friend Sarah. She read my blog even before she and her husband moved here from Washington state last year. She has become a beloved member of our Thursday sewing group. I joked with her that she read a blog and the next thing she knew, she was serving pie at the pie social (and did a great job).

[Some people move to Montana and never fit in. Some people, like Sarah, move to Montana and it’s like they’ve always lived here.]

We haven’t had a pie social for two years because of the pandemic and weren’t sure what to expect. This one was a rousing success despite the rain and cold weather. We’ll have another one in early September. Hopefully, we can keep the momentum going.

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I have not had time to try out the new serger, although I should have some time this week to do so. Both quilt stores have decided on specific classes (yay). I need to get those class samples and handouts made and knock out a few more tops.

I really ought to be out in the garden working by now, but it snowed again yesterday. This is getting old.