Clockwise from lower left: Peach-blueberry, peach-raspberry, cherry, blueberry tart. The last looks a little bare, eh? I would have added some pastry leaves in the middle but I ran out of dough.
Notice the cherry detail in the middle.
And the girls? Napping! Can you believe it? Exhausted from getting up too early (Dad had football pool picks at 7:00 a.m.) and ballet, gymnastics and playtime with our amazing sitter Joanna who will be cutting back her hours now that the girls are starting school next week. Boo hoo!
Oh, why all the pies? We are off to family camp at Wandawenga this weekend. Two of Randy's ad agency clients bought an old scout camp in southern Wisconsin and renovated it for their own and their friends' use. I hope to get the girls in a canoe. And sing a few sweet rounds of "Home on the Range" and "Red River Valley."
Randy has picked up Innocents Abroad and I've been nabbing it off his bedside table for a few paragraphs as I brush my teeth. Here's how Mark Twain describes folks at a picnic: "...freighting an ungainly steam ferry-boat with youth and beauty and pies and doughnuts, and paddling up some obscure creek to disembark upon a grassy lawn and wear themselves out with a long summer day's laborious frolicking under the impression that it was fun..." Even with some advance hype that is upping the Must Have Fun factor, I'm hoping a little alcohol will make our outing somewhat relaxed.