quince pie/sour!

There is an urge in me arising on a daily basis. I’m drawn into the kitchen and I need to bake. Is it because I watch the Great English Bake Off, or is autumn inspiring me to hold on to fresh fruit and summary tastes? I once heard of  Pie Baking Therapy… what and how and where is my need for warm, lushious, sweet fruit tarts coming from?

What deep desire or un-rest is prompting me to roll out dough on my kitchen counter? I think I will not digg any deeper. Forget the questions. Reality is the deeply satisfiying, comforting taste of warm pie and a fresh cup of tea, whatever it heals, if only my taste buds, it’s healing.