My grandmother’s pie crusts were perfect.
Fragile containers holding theÂ sweet fruits
of her small hands’ hard work.
MyÂ own crusts were hard and tough
as I experimented and strayed
from tradition.Â UntilÂ someoneÂ taught me
a method I could master.
Science and uncertainty.
Instinct of spice and smell
mixed with precision
of volume and temperature.
The proof is in the breaking.