As Sweet As Pie

Sunday Nov 26th –

Church was about finding the Lords will for our life.
Do we truly seek His will?
Do we really lay the decisions down for Him to control, or do we let the voices of the world, our family, friends, social media, etc., influence us more than we think and disregard what He would desire for us?

There was more, obviously, but that’s a snippet for you πŸ˜‰

Post the thought provoking sermon, we went home for lunch and I, for a nap post-haste ☺️
Keeping Sunday tradition strong πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‹

I woke up to the pitter patter of slightly smaller, quicker feet than normal and when I got upstairs the bro and his family had come over 😊
Some tales of our time apart were shared over pizza and that was Sunday for ya 😏

Monday Nov 27th –


β€˜Twas a day with a mission.
The first day of pie testing, for what I hope to turn into a small little local offering πŸ˜‰

Pecan pie was the first to be tested πŸ₯§πŸ€žπŸ»


Truthfully, I slept in super late, so by the time I got up and then WOKE up, yes those are two different things, my day was mostly used up πŸ˜¬πŸ™ˆ

So yes, pie was the main thing I did of value that day but really, is there anything WRONG with pie being the biggest achievement of someone’s day? πŸ˜‰

The family tested the pies, post tortilla soup Mom had made for supper.


It’s one of my favourite kindsπŸ‘ŒπŸ»

Dad and Mom both said the pie was disgusting.



If you were part of our family, you would realize this was an extreme compliment 😏

We don’t generally use soft, calm tones of complimentary reassurance and encouragement, we use insults.
I know we aren’t the only ones ok?!

The rest of my family does it too πŸ˜‚πŸ˜œ

But what better way to verse extreme satisfaction or pride in someones work, then to tell them that they, or what they made, is disgusting?? πŸ˜„

Someone please tell me you understand what I’m saying? πŸ™ˆ

Anyways, if you don’t get it, they thought the pie was a success and I think Dad is especially glad I’m doing this pie testing while still living with them πŸ˜πŸ˜‰

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

4 thoughts on “As Sweet As Pie”

  1. Mmmm your pie looks amazing!!!! Great job!!! Pecan is one of my favs. And totally understand the sarcasm. My husbands family is exactly the same. Took me a little while to realize, the more they teased, the more they loved me. Lol

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  2. At first I was like, oh no, what did she do wrong?? And then I scrolled past the picture and read on πŸ€¦πŸ½β€β™€οΈπŸ˜‚ your family has a unique way of complimenting!!

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