One a day, plus iron

For some reason the phrase "hand pie" sounds vaguely obscene to me. Good thing we're not on tumblr. But anyway it is not obscene. It's a hand-held dessert pastry, made bright and early this morning by me in honor of (a) the snow shitstorm bearing down upon us (b) Waylie getting out of jail (c) Lala winning the weight loss challenge thing at her work and coming home four hundred dollars richer plus also able to eat again and (d) Lala's friend Amy who got me ten pounds of unshelled walnuts for xmas (after Lala told her I really adored pecans) and who carefully, via the Lala relay, expressed a desire for cherry hand pies in exchange. She is going to be disappointed.

( The spirit of xmas is not Give So You Can Get In Return. )