Cillan Goat Berry Pie
As a little girl, I had your typical girl dreams. I wanted to be a princess, a magical enchantress, and super fabulous hero with a secret identity – all of which were inspired by She-ra, quite possibly my favorite cartoon of all time. Who am I kidding – it is. She-ra may not have been your typical wand wielding wizard, but she could talk to animals, heal the dying, and her sword could do all sorts of neat sparkly stuff. I mean, her sword could freaking turn her horse into a unicorn with wings! That’s pretty magical if you ask me. I haven’t exactly abandoned these dreams. I’m still hoping that something really amazing will happen and one day I’ll wake up, own a kingdom, be able to cast fireballs from my finger tips, and be known and loved by millions as, I don’t know, Babe-a-realla!
Until that day comes though, there are a few other dreams I’d like to tackle. They are a bit more reasonable and sorta reside in the realm of possibilities . . . at least two of the three do, anyway. Hey, as Meatloaf says, “Two out of three ain’t bad.”
My dream is to own a farm, but not just any farm.
On this farm, Cillian Murphy will be my farm boy – Princess Bride style.
“Farm boy, will you fetch me that . . . pitcher?”
“As you wish.”
I will have a herd of billy goats. They will mow my grass. And Cillian will milk them.
“Milk that goat for me, farm boy.”
“As you wish.”
And on this farm, I will have acres and acres of berries.
All sorts of berries.
Blackberries. Raspberries. Blueberries.
I’ll bake pies and Cillian will sell them to all the local folk – all the while saying,
“As you wish.”
I hope your dreams come true. Well, the Cilian Murphy part sounds reasonable at least. 😉
November 21, 2007 @ 3:24 PM