Humble Pie

Time is quickly passing, fall is ever so slowly trying to cool the desert off, school is in full swing, baby is pressing harder everyday trying to get out and my list of "to do's" is shrinking. Most of the time with a new baby comes much need for stuff. Lots of random things that pile up and seem hopelessly necessary. Even after 2 kids you feel like you just aren't equipped with every knick knack and gadget that magazines throw at you. This time I think I've got the baby tech gear yearning under control. I know what I really need to keep them safe, and fed, and nearly clean.

What really haunts us is the size of our car. It's sort of tiny, but do-able. Our other vehicle is what I'm actually writing about. It's a rather large, beat up, 1991 Ford 250. It was given to us by my father after the birth of our last baby. To make a long story sort of shorter, we were having a bit of stormy times with vehicles. One blew up, and the other was totaled. So a free vehicle was a huge blessing.



There she is. Do my photography editing skills make her look more shabby chic, or is she still just shabby? Any rate this hunk of junk has humbled me quite a bit. It's not like I was driving a Jag before, but the previous car had some noticeably better qualities.

Bertha here takes some getting used to. She used to refuse to be put in reverse causing some serious muffled grumbling. She is obviously not the easiest thing to park at the mall. You have to play with the headlight switch or the really nice police officer pulls you over to inform you that all electricity is shot in your big truck. Her AC is not just a faint memory, and she still carries a bit of dust from her days in the country with my dad. Needless to say I don't know where I would be without her.

No she isn't the minivan that I so strongly wish she was, I'm pretty sure sitting in the back seat is the most uncomfortable thing ever and she doesn't play cd's or even tapes, heck she doesn't have a rear view mirror.

She's taught me to adapt and endure. To realize that I have much bigger and better blessings in my life than I ever imagined. That I'm in love with someone who I believe was made just for me and he is the father of my beautiful children. I've never had to succumb to the pain of loss, or heaviness of illness. That if this is all I've had to endure, a not so comfy automobile, than my life is beyond blissful.

So in honor of big Bertha, let's have some pie, and be thankful that we can. How about some lime pie with blue berry compote? I found this recipe in the paper and it said it was adapted from Blue Eggs and Yellow Tomatoes by Jeanne Kelley. Well I couldn't leave it alone and now I must have her cook book.



Every review goes on and on about how beautiful it is and that has a nice little section on starting your own kitchen garden. I already have a place plotted in my yard for this wee garden.

But here's a bit of a preview of the wonderful pie. It was very quick and oh so refreshing. Just what one needs after running errands in fantastic, bulging Bertha.