Good Pie is important.

"Haste makes waste."

My mother always says this.

I fully understand what it means but for whatever reason, I don't always apply it.

Like, the other day I really really REALLY wanted cherry pie. 

And as I was perusing the bakery section for a pie I decided that I wanted to bake my own.

So I bought ingredients and when I got home do you know that there were NO PIE PANS!!

my first thought was to make it in a cake pan or make mini pies in a cupcake pan but my pâtisserie senses tingled and I knew that was just not a good idea.

So I decided to wait, but three pie-less days later, my cravings did not cease.

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I really really R E A L L Y wanted pie.

So I made a pie. In a cake pan. 

it. Was. A freaking. Disaster.

Which made me think.

Why do I do this? 

In every aspect of my life?

I some how convince myself that waiting until things are perfect means I will be waiting forever and that simply is not true.

Perfect does not mean without flaw it just means ideal.

A pie without flaw would be baked from scratch with fresh picked cherries from my back yard.

A pie that is ideal would be baked in a pie pan.

Namaste.