One of the greatest things about Christmas is that my dad, as a Boeing person, typically gets Christmas through New Year's Day off. It's fantastic. Today, for example, we sat in the living room and had a tutorial on changing a flat bicycle tire. An essential piece of knowledge that I had failed, in my 27 years on this planet, to acquire.
The other fantastic thing is my dad's hankering for apple pie. And since he is the main pie maker in these parts, he frequently produces some tasty treats. To date, our family has consumed three pies in a little less than a week. Clearly, it was time for some more. I volunteered to do the peeling and coring. Actually, I cheated a bit: I enlisted the help of Kent, our young neighbor, to help with the process.
