Friday night.

The only pie I had was a sample of apple at the market information tent. A fair amount of triangle pie cookies, though. My younger brother put forth a complete paradigm shift and made homemade spiced pineapple hamantaschen with a bit of lime zest sprinkled on top, and I think it pushed the boundaries of the form in wonderful ways.

Other than that, the family dinner was something of a disappointment. My mother cooked lamb, which isn't something I particularly enjoy, so I didn't eat any of it; she served squash alongside, which I also don't like, which didn't leave much. For whatever reason, she served some of the lamb's cooking sauce in a jar I recognized - one I'd used for apple butter a while ago, but never got back. I didn't think to ask for it back, but now I don't know if I'll be able to stand using it knowing what my parents ended up putting in it. I'd have been happier if they'd simply recycled it. The sight of it definitely put me off wanting to eat much of anything, though, so at least there was that.