Springing forward one hour is the first step toward spring and springtime weather and all the things that come with the warmth of the new season.
Bye-bye, cold temperatures. So long, snow. Hit the road, ice. Welcome back, baseball, longer days, green grass, budding trees, sunny golf courses, good fishing, warm jogging, warm everything.
I was not ready, however, to spring from bed this morning, when my alarm clock sounded off at 6 a.m. My body believed it was 5 a.m., of course. Why was I getting up at 6 o'clock, anyway? I had to bake a couple of pies – one cherry, one peach. Am I crazy?
No, I'm not nuts. I'm a procrastinator. Today is our church's annual chicken-dinner fundraiser, from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m., and I volunteered to bake a couple of pies. They need a lot of pies. Practically the whole town turns out for the fried chicken, trimmings and yummy pies in the church's Fellowship Hall.
I had planned to make my pies from scratch yesterday. As would be normal for me, I found that putting off making the pies was more fun than actually making the pies. Finally, last night, I went to the store to enlist the help of Mrs. Smith and Sara Lee. And at zero-six this morning, I set the oven for 400 degrees and then read the important directions provided by Ms. Lee and Mrs. Smith, a couple of real sweethearts for helping me out here.
Ignoring my wife's critical comments about my baking skills, I reasoned that I had good reason to use these fresh-from-the-freezer – and, oh yes, quite delicious – pies. The church bulletin's request for pie-making volunteers pointed out that disposable pie tins would be best. I guess it's too confusing to keep track of who owns whichever pie tins. Need I say more?
Besides, there can't be much difference between from-scratch pie and from-frozen pie. Read the statement on Mrs. Smith's pie box: "Home-baked goodness for all occasions." Yep, that's what it says. And Ms. Lee's box says: "Let the aroma of Sara Lee oven-fresh cherry pie fill your home." Again, need I say more?
The next sign of spring is the official first day of spring, which arrives in just 10 days. I can hardly wait. My brand new fishing outfit is all set to reel in some largemouth bass, and I'm starting to put away my sweats and get out my hiking and jogging shorts.
Right now, though, I need to hop into the shower, while the pies cool down on their cooling racks. (I'm using professional cooling racks, mind you.) Then I'm off to church with my professional-tastin' pies.
I can almost feel that warm, spring air. And what's the weather forecast for tomorrow? Snow flurries. Arrrrrrgh!