The worst thing about LA is the summer. There I said it. I know that’s not a popular sentiment, but summer is 5-month affair here. Sure, it starts out mild, but sweater weather ends in late May and the heat drags on ‘til Halloween. I just want to sleep with the windows closed already.
The one reprieve is that right about now, we start to get subtle hints of fall—a slight chill in the night air, an overcast day, butternut squash soup popping up on menus. It’s a hopeful feeling, and honestly, it makes me want pie.
So, in honor of the coming season (and in hope that it can be beckoned), I thought I’d post a photo of some scrumptious All Jarred Up pies I took last November. There they are, baking to crusty perfection in the oven, back when you could turn on the oven any time of day without sweating up a storm.
Ah, a storm, that would be so nice!