Day 9 – the Ordinary Beauty of Pie

It’s our first full day in Lake Junaluska, North Carolina  and we will go to the orchard. We have apple cider donuts and apple loaf to buy and pies to order.

We will stand at the counter looking at this years variety deciding flavors.  We’ve done the numbers and will need to order 6 pies.That’s six double crust homemade fruit pies made right here. Yes ma’am.

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Maybe this is part of your regular life but for us ‘city folk’, the closest thing to an orchard around here are orange groves. They make good juice…but pie? No thanks.

So we get into this country thing while we’re smack dab in the middle of the Great Smokies, an hour from the Appalachian Trail and those mountains they call Blue Ridge.

We eat bar-b-q, sit on the porch and crack open the windows at night.

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Maggie Valley

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I feel a little like those women in the old Diane Keaton movie Baby Boom. You know the part when she’s trying to sell her homemade baby food and the tourists come in and slobber all over themselves at how cute and great this is? Yeah, that would be me, trying to act all normal as I hover over the jars of peach butter and apple butter and trying to figure out the difference between jams and jelly. And the honey!

Maybe we focus on the pie a little  much. Maybe it’s because my sister-in-law can get strawberry rhubarb pie and I’m crazy about the blueberry and trust me here, neither of us are going to actually make a pie crust at home.

After a day of white water rafting, the house will be turned into a buffet and the platters of steaks and ribs will be set out next to the baked beans and coleslaw. We’ll be scooping up plastic cups of ice and pouring sweet tea.

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Every seat inside will be taken and the tables on the porch are first come first get a seat.

The conversation ebbs and flows, sprinkled with tales of the day: how cold the water was this year and whose raft got stuck on the rocks. There will be some exaggeration and high volume laughter. And there will be pie. Guaranteed.

There will be moments shared and bits of life will spill out as see grace served up as plentiful as the pie. It’s a time new foundations are built on a trust that is being restored.

Dear friend, when you extend hospitality to Christian brothers and sisters,                         even when they are strangers, you make the faith visible. 3 John 5:1

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8 thoughts on “Day 9 – the Ordinary Beauty of Pie

  1. Mari-Anna Frangén Stålnacke

    Experiencing hospitality is what it means to embrace grace. Thanks, neighbor. Blessings to you!

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    1. Debby Hudson

      I see all is right with the order of the world on another Five-Minute Frida, Mari-Anna. Our timing is definitely in sync!

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  2. Gabriele

    Pie is indeed a beautiful thing and so warm and hospitable.

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    1. Debby Hudson

      Oh, yes, Gabriele, definitely warm 🙂

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  3. patrickhawthorne01

    Alright…I see I’m gonna have to edicate (educate) you city slickers. First, you don’t crack open the winders, ya “raise” the winders (even if you lower them). Secondly, although you didn’t mention it, you don’t go to the refrigerator. No, it’s called the “Ice Box.” And, what’s with the bar-b-q? If’n you gonna spell it, it is bbq or b-b-q for those who gradiated sixth grade. As for the difference between a jelly and a jam. Well, it’s a jelly if’n you got a strainer and a jam if’n ya don’t. Now, I was impressed with your fine usage of “smack dab.” That shows that youse got some potential.

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    1. Debby Hudson

      Ha-ha! Loved your comment, Patrick. I must confess that growing up our refrigerator was called ice box. When I moved here, a family I lived with “cured” me of that. My dad is from Arkansas, so many of those expressions were common in our household but not here. I always referred to soda as pop but then the northeastern influence of South Florida crept in. Odd that would be our main influence of speech isn’t it? But I never did figure the difference between jam and jelly. Thanks for that! 🙂

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  4. Tara

    Sounds like a great weekend. Those pies look yummy. I can smell all the sweet smells as I read your post.

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    1. Debby Hudson

      We go up there for a week every August, Tara. It’s a nice break from South Florida and you just can’t beat the goodies at that orchard. Good thing we do a lot of walking while we’re there!

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