Pie time.

So a few weeks ago when I was still in London, (can we talk about the phrase 'when I was in London' that I am going to be using far too often? I apologize in advance. It's going to be obnoxious. But not obnoxious enough for me to stop.) I made a list of all the things I wanted to accomplish this summer. It's not a very long list, but I've already started on four of the goals, which is way more than I can say for my New Year's resolutions, which are honestly just a big joke. (However, I'm doing pretty well on the 'don't get married' one. Score.) They are as follows:
1. Train for and complete the Devil Dash
2. Learn how to make pies by making at least one every week
3. Start Personal Progress
4. Read at least 4 of the books on my list
5. Make all of the food on my Pinterest board

I'm kind of embarrassed to admit that numbers 2 and 5 have been getting the most attention. But they have. What can I say? I like to eat. On Saturday, I baked my first PIE! It was a momentous occasion. My dad's cousin Paul and his family were with us for the day (all the way from England, mind you) so we tried to make it the most American experience possible. Which meant that we had a barbecue. And for dessert we had my apple pie.

I have to say, I did not anticipate it taking so long to make the crust. First of all, what the H, frozen butter. Why you so hard to cut! I tried everything. Kitchen-aid did nothing. Potato smasher kind of worked. Forks and knives worked but took forever. Anyway. If you know of a way to incorporate a very key ingredient into my pie crusts that won't reduce me to tears, let me know.

Anyway. It turned out great, and I'll have to get over my pie-crust-frustration because I'm making two pies tomorrow and there are many more to come. So butter, you better watch your back. I will destroy you.

End result!

I'm so proud of myself.

Also, this music video. I feel really happy and content when I listen to this song. Oh how I love summer.