As some of you may have heard, my father passed away last week. He was a special man, who taught so many skills to me, ‘lil Babe Olivia, and our five wonderful siblings – including pie-making and amateur crime fighting. Not one to let ripe fruit go to waste, he was the primary forager of the small-crop fruit that went into our subscriber pies over the past year. We are so sad to lose him, but find joy in honoring him through our work. After all, Three Babes is first and foremost a way for Anna and I to carry on the legacy of our families – one of respect for our environment, involvement in our community, and acts of kindness to others. For all of our sass, there is a seriousness that keeps us going when the going gets rough. Many thanks to all of you for your continued love and support.
At home in Stockton, the first pick of cherries will be ready just in time for Thursday, when we’ll welcome our friends and relatives into our home to honor Dad. My nieces are here from London and I’ve relished ushering them into the past times I so enjoyed as a child – climbing the cherry tree to eat my fill, making strawberry lemonade to sell in the front yard and, of course, baking. Anna came home with me last Sunday to join my family in honoring my father. With any luck, these cherries will make it into next week’s Deluxe subscriber pies. Despite his stoicism, Dad couldn’t help but beam with joy and pride when it came to our little pie shop, and we can’t think of a better way to celebrate his life and legacy.