Something has to go and I've decided it's pie crusts.
This is no small thing for me. I am extremely proud that I can make a good pie crust so I never buy one. You see that pie in the picture? That is not something I got off photobucket. That is my apple pie. It has a cheese crust and the pan is apple shaped. For special occasions, it isn't enough for me to make the pie crusts. I make extra and decorate with little cutouts that I make with doodads I bought from Williams-Sonoma. For Thanksgiving I have acorns, pumpkins, apples, and leaves of all varieties. And for Thanksgiving I make about five pies.
But here's the thing. Everything is all different now. Stephanie and I have books due. I love saying that. And believe me, I am not complaining. But I am not going to be able to make pie crusts either—and a couple of other things.
It has always been my belief that if you treat your writing like a hobby, it will be a hobby. I ought to know. I did it for twenty years. I wasn't even pretending it wasn't a hobby. But five years ago something happened. Stephanie and I had a little idea about something we wanted to try to write together. Not far into it, we decided we were not going to be hobbyists. We had enough hobbies—most of which we don't have anymore. Before we sold, I did not consider it unprofessional to take a few days off from writing to make a holiday happen. I still don’t consider that something only a hobbyist would do, but—for me—it's not feasible this year.
We have a book due January 1. We would like to be done before Thanksgiving. That is feasible—but not if I feel the need to have a Martha Stewart Thanksgiving.
So this year Pillsbury Already Pie Crusts are going to be good enough for me. Four pies are going to be good enough for my family and friends. I am going to ask my sister to do the table decorations. She's better at it than I am anyway.
But I am not going to use paper napkins. Even with my new philosophy, I have my limits. But I ironed them months ago before we sold. If I hadn't, there is a dry cleaner right down the street.
What have you let go in the name of what is more important?