Friday, October 19, 2012

Apples to Apples


To me, this is a special piece of artwork.  It is called The Promised Pie.  It is done with colored pencil on black art paper.  Why is it special?  Because there is a story to how I acquired it. (Not to mention my love of apple pie.)

1.  How I acquired it?
For a college class, I had to go to a local art gallery and critique a show.  This piece was hanging and I just fell in love with it - at first sight.  Later that evening, I realized that I knew the artist. 
A few weeks ago, the night of my graduation, my friends came over to celebrate.  And this piece came with them.  They remembered that I loved it and chipped in to buy it. They distracted me while they brought it in.  I didn't see it right away (which made for a funny story anyway.)  When I saw it, I couldn't believe it was for me.  Of course, it made sense that if they brought it to my house, it must be, but that just seemed to good to be true.  I immediately hung it up in my kitchen, as this piece really belongs in the kitchen.  Wouldn't you agree?
Unfortunately, I was moving in a few days.  This beautiful piece of art was packaged up and stored for over a year.  It just killed me that I didn't have a place to hang it. 
Finally, I moved to a place where it could hang in my dining room, but it really belonged in the kitchen.  Another move - same problem. 

In finding our new house, one of the first things I thought was that now maybe I would finally have the perfect spot that this piece deserved. 
Although it was nicely matted and framed, I decided in order to suit the new place it needed new matting and a new frame.  So I splurged and did that at work. 



2.  My love for apple pie:  There are a few things that I love because of my childhood.  Of course, it is easy to just love apple pie because it is delicious.  But I remember my mom making apple pie when I was young.  I was amazed that she could peel an entire apple, and keep the peel in one long strip.  I have tried a million times to do that.  I have gotten close, but I don't think I ever got the whole thing in one strip.  My mom could also make the edge of the crust just look perfect.  The perfect wavy pattern.  She would let me cut the little steam vents in the center, (which I thought were just for decoration.) And I always got to sprinkle the cinnamon on top.  When I saw this piece for the first time - I was filled with wonderful memories like this. 






I had a week day off a couple of days ago and I had gotten a free bag of apples and I thought that obviously meant I needed to make apple crisp.  I was in the process of making the apple crisp when I noticed something.  Something was looking familiar.  Not an exact match, but similar.  I just had to take a picture.  It put a smile on my face.




Funny thing?  I took a picture of the crisps before they went in the oven but didn't get one after they came out and before they were eaten.  But let me assure you - they were delicious.

 


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