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| A little crispy |
This is what you get when you leave the house in a hurry
with a pie in the oven after you THOUGHT you turned it off but all you did was
turn off the timer. Some days it doesn’t pay to
do ANYthing. Just stay in bed.
Tomorrow is National Pie day and since pies are one of my most impressive talents, I needed very little encouragement. I thought I’d show
off to whoever’s around and make a peach pie from the yummy frozen Colorado
peaches we still have in the freezer. I
whipped out a crust put in the filling. Then left the house with it
baking away. Two hours later: this.
And now my ankle break which has been
healing nicely, hurts like the dickens because I stood around rolling pie crust and
hopping about the island with flour down my front and sticky peach juice
spilled on the floor
It was supposed to be bonus! because Pie Day coincides with Pi day so if you
eat a piece of pie at precisely 9:26 and 53 seconds a.m., which I planned to do, the date and time will be 3141592653….. and something magic will happen. I can’t tell you
what. After you eat mine, the magic might be a dose of barium
sulfate.
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| Peach Pie. Anyone? Anyone? |
The irony of this is that only yesterday I signed up to
bring two pies to our church for a bake sale. Now I’ll probably not only be
kicked off the list I may be sent to confession for pride and avarice (in this
case greed for praise).
I only tell you this because a few people, not many, I
admit, have been deceived into thinking I’m a great cook and furthermore, a perfect person. I try to be honest….
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1 comment:
Well, looks totally edible to me--don't we all have the side-of-knife scraping skills, honed on toast from childhood?
Ask John to tell you the story (with full-on expletives coming at top volume from moi) of 2 carefully crafted brown sugar crust pies baked by my about 1 month into our marriage....
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