This is what we had for dinner last night. My mother likes to tell this story about how her eccentric Aunt Hazel would invite everyone over for dinner and simply serve ... pie. (I was explaining to my husband last night, upon his discovery of what was baking in the oven, that my passion for all things pie is indeed genetic.) I never met great Aunt Hazel myself, but all I have to say is you go girl.

I fed everyone a big late lunch, just for the record. I wonder if my daughter's house guest who is going vaulting with us today will tell her mother that this was what I fed her for dinner.

Unlikely.

I fell off of my Dansko clogs on Friday evening when I was brilliantly ground driving our andalusian horse Caprichosa. It wasn't that good-mannered horse's fault, clogs are not good ground-driving shoes, in fact they are not ground-driving shoes at all, no matter how old and fabulous they are and that they are my favorites. My ankle is swollen terribly, a lump about the size of a baseball, and it's all black and blue. Looks like I will not be vaulting today. Maybe I'll longe. I can actually hobble around quite effectively once I get going.

There's some leftover apple pie, and I am thinking of an Aunt Hazel style breakfast, as everyone else is sleeping.

Love this photo by Miss Chien. This reminds me of exactly what my apple thiefs do--