Good Afternoon Friends,
I count my blessings for the little things in life. The circuit is fixed. And I got dressed today despite my cold. (Ayyy! *high fives everyone*!) Sometimes we have to celebrate the very small things and baby step our way through the day. That said, this is the first post that I had originally intended to publish today lol. Better late than never! So let me please introduce to you: Toddler Tea Time! Every Thursday I’m going to be discussing a topic that us, age regressors might encounter (or have encountered), along with a delicious baking recipe because…. baking is tasty. 🙂 Hehe!
Are you ready to snuggle up with me? Then, let’s dive in.
Today’s discussion topic: Why are you the specific age that you are, when you regress into Little Space?
My husband asked me this very question the other day and at first I tilted my head. As an adult little who makes space for daily regression, my gut instinct said, “because I’m five! Duh!”. But, I know he was looking for a bit more of a detailed answer then that. 😉 He wanted to know why I’m five… and not four… or six. Why five? Well, five is the age of kindergarten. Let me take you back to my real five year old self…
Once upon a time, I was five years old. I was living in a small farming town in Northeastern Ohio in the Cuyahoga Valley. I lived in an averaged-sized home on a street where we knew all of our neighbors. I had the most nuclear family on the planet: mom, dad, my older brother, and myself. We went to church on Sundays and my mom was involved in every single activity that my brother and I did. It was like living in a pristine bubble at the time. I was in kindergarten and from the very first day, I loved school.
I’ve always been a voracious reader, and when the other kids would use their free time to go play in the pretend play/dress up area of the classroom, I would head to the bathtub (yes, a real bathtub with claw feet and all) that was filled with plushy pillows. I’d pick out a picture book and sink down in the tub to read. My teacher was a kindly older woman who wore blouses with pictures on them, and long ankle-length skirts on the daily. Her classroom was a giant rainbow where we, her students, could explore, learn, grow, and thrive. Back then there was less focus on testing and more focus on student led learning.
And that’s just what we did. At five my world was bright and colorful. At five I was catching lightening bugs in my hands. At five I was dancing over rocks in the stream behind my house, pretending that I was racing with unicorns, and turning sticks into wands. At five, I was singing Raffi at the top of my lungs, and licking the batter off of spoons. I was playing with my stuffies and barbies and swimming in a sea of toys. I didn’t have many friends, so my toys became my friends and I ran away daily to the world of make believe. Yes, five was magical and now at thirty five I still like to regress in age and skip away to my imagination. In fact, just today I was texting Daddy C suggesting all of the places we could go. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: Daddy, we could go to Middle Earth and live in the shire!
Daddy C: Too many ringwraiths.
Daddy C: And there’s this big eye that’s always watching.
Me: Okay… well, how about we go join the Navi and live on their planet?
Daddy C: Hmm that could work. Paint me blue and give me a loincloth.
Me: We could f*** with our tails.
Daddy C: You’d miss my ****.
Me: Okay, well, what if we go join Aslan’s army in Narnia??
Daddy C: You know that the entirety of Narnia was an allegory, right?
And then we had a whole conversation about C.S. Lewis. But my active imagination is always present in my life. I’m a Little who is five years old. I’m five because five rocks! Five is magical. Five is radical! Five is old enough to have a small opinion but young enough to play all day!!
Why are you the age that you regress to? Comment and let me know! I’d love to hear from you.
And now…. let’s dive into today’s recipe!
No Sugar Apple Pie
For the Pie Crust:
- 2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 2 sticks chilled butter, cut into small pieces
- 1/4 cup ice water
For the Pie Filling:
- 3 apples slices thin, (I left the skins on but feel free to peel if you prefer)
- 2 cups unsweetened applesauce
- 1 tbsp. ground cinnamon
- 1 tsp. lemon juice
- In a stand mixer add the flour and salt.
- Next add the pieces of butter while churning slowly.
- Add in the ice water and beat the dough faster in the mixer until it forms together into a ball of dough, but do not over mix! You still want to see clumps of butter streaked throughout the dough.
- Once the ball of dough forms, wrap it in cling wrap and chill for at least 30 minutes (or longer).
- Use the pie dough in your favorite recipe!
- Roll out the pie crust into a greased pie plate and then set into the fridge to chill while you’re making the filling.
- Preheat the oven to 350 degrees (F)/ 177 degrees (C) / Gas Mark 4.
- In a sauce pan or medium sized pot, dump in the apple slices, cinnamon, and applesauce. Heat to medium-high, stirring regularly for 10-15 minutes or until the apples just begin to soften.
- Remove filling from heat and pour into chilled pie crust.
- Place in oven and bake for 50 minutes. Serve warm and enjoy!
Alright my friends, that’s it from me for this post. I hope you all enjoyed it. If you did, hit that like button and let me know. Smash that follow button if you’re new around here, and I will see you back here for the next topic!