Granny squares are insanely addictive. I think I want to make a dozen more of these pillows. My wrist (ouch) might disagree, but this is seriously fun. I backed it with a leftover sheet and stuffed it with the insides of an old pillow. Is it lumpy? Yes. But is bright, colorful and flies in the face of all the snow outside? Yes, yes and yes.
I didn't make this pie. I wish I did. If I had made it the crust would be a) black and b) crumbling into disrepair. Instead I bought the pie at an indoor farmer's market last weekend. Held at a lovely warm greenhouse, this petite pastry was calling my name. At five inches wide it was almost too cute to eat. Almost.