If there's one thing we all agree on in this family it's that fruit pie rocks. Some of us prefer apple, others peach, others fresh raspberry. But when the strawberries are ripe at the same time as the rhubarb, there's really only one kind of pie.
Erik is the pie lover of the family. Any pie. All pie. I've seen him happily polish off most of a fresh pie without even blinking. With ice cream. His favourite is Cherry, which we rarely have because he and Grampa are the only two who really like it. But actually, all of them are okay in his books. I joke that I could put cardboard in pastry and he'd eat it, an assertion he denies vehemently.
But since he likes pie so much, I thought he should learn to make it. Today was lesson one. I made the pastry, he made the filling.