and couldn't stop!
It was comforting to scoop out the flour,
cut in the butter,
squish it all together into soft pie balls,
and then roll them out into endless circles.
My mind skipped happily, imagining all the varied filling possibilities-
I listened to sultry, French jazz singers...
and English speaking jazz singers, with sad songs I could understand.
They made me feel comfortable and welcome,
in their soft, dimly lit, broken-hearted world.
My shirt, my hair, my nose, became dusted with flour,
those who entered my kitchen laughed - and I was happy!
and that... was the very beginning of Cutie Pies!