When it came time to thank our realtor for her part in our dream, I expressed my gratitude in my favorite way: through butter and flour. I made a pie with our Hilltop house on the crust and baked it with love. You don’t have to carve your dream house into the crust to make this pie, but I do hope you use this recipe to thank someone special in your life.
"We bought our dream house," is still something I say while pinching myself. It's a sentence that doesn't make sense. We very narrowly beat seven other bids on a house that could have waged an intense price battle had it stayed on the market for more than four days. It's a sentence that only makes sense because I believe in alchemy, in the universe conspiring with you when you take the first step. I wanted this house with my whole heart.