The College Boy was home this weekend and lamented that I NEVER made pie anymore. I ignored him at first, and then I got an attack of the guilts and figured I might as well make
Without thinking about it (which is how I do most of my cooking and pretty much anything else in life), I made enough crust for TWO pies. I baked both pie shells (by the way, if you don't keep your pie crust-rolling chops up, you lose them, so they weren't the PRETTIEST crusts I've ever made, but they were certainly still tasty) and spent hours and hours making a French silk pie, half of which was gobbled up in mere minutes.
For reasons only known to the school district, we had classes as usual today, which is President's Day, but the College Boy did not and was still home. My husband didn't have to go to work, either, so they spent the day watching movies and asking me what I was going to do with the unused pie crust that was still on the dining room table.
Fine, I'll make another pie.
This time, I wanted to replicate a pie we love from a favorite restaurant in town, a chocolate cream pie with a layer of cherry pie filling inside. Since this was another FOR REAL pie, that meant no cheating with a box of chocolate pudding, and (this is important) the recipe called for sugar, egg yolks, milk and cornstarch. I keep the cornstarch, which I don't use very often, in a high cabinet above my pantry shelves, shoved way in the back. Thinking I would be putting it right back inside after I mixed the ingredients, I left the cabinet doors open, which is not something I ordinarily do. I cooked the pudding, added the chopped bittersweet chocolate and butter, and now was ready to pour it into the pie shell (the already-baked one sitting on the dining room table that had been SCREAMING to my husband and son and BEGGING to be made into a pie). With great purpose, I strode towards the dining room when CRACK, I ran into the corner of the open cabinet door with my head and dropped like a rock to my knees.
The scene of the crime. |
The sound was enough to make my husband pause the movie he and the College Boy were watching and come into the kitchen, where I was bent over, holding my head and crying.
"Let me see," he said, pulling my hands away from my head, and when I looked down, there was blood on my hand. GAHHHHH!!!! No, wait, not blood; just chocolate. And a growing goose egg on my head.
Once my husband determined I
Icing my owie with boo boo bunny. Don't I look pitiful with my mascara all over my face? |
The nursing staff. |
I still have a headache. And a very tender lump on my forehead, right at my hairline.
And pie. I have pie.
I TOLD you the crust wasn't pretty. |
Mmmmmm! |
Why am i so distracted by the neat orderliness of your cupboard? Any better today?
ReplyDeleteYou're only seeing one corner of one shelf. Everything is jammed in there. Which is why I left the doors open, so I could poke the cornstarch back in the back of the cabinet where it languishes 99% of the time.
DeleteDon't judge a pie by its crust. That looks delicious. Your strike outs are really funny. ( The story and the words)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! Boy, rolling out a pie crust into an actual circle is a real art!
DeleteI can make a good crust - it doesn't necessarily look good. Hope your head is better!
ReplyDeleteThis one tastes really good, and I don't usually care much for pie crust. It has vodka in it, and that makes it really flaky. My head is still pounding.
DeleteNICE pie! Sorry about your (as we called them) "boomie".
ReplyDeleteLast self injury I had was dropping a bottle of hydrogen peroxide on my toe. This seemed to go together, and I was able to use the hydrogen peroxide on my toe, after injuring it! :)
jean xox
Ahh, another klutz like me! I do stuff to myself all the time, but it's usually minor and more annoying than anything else. I stubbed my little toe the other day and bent the toenail backwards. Waiting for it to turn black and fall off, which I figure is the next step, since this isn't the first time I've done such a thing.
DeleteOh, yum, that looks amazing. Chocolate and cherries are my absolute favorite. Love the boo-boo bunny.
ReplyDeleteI need to go to the restaurant on a reconnaissance mission and have another piece of their pie (they call it chocolate covered cherry), because the cherry pie filling made it too slippery. I'm thinking they might just use canned, drained, sweet cherries and not pie filling.
DeleteI got boo boo bunny when Kyle was a baby and have managed to hang onto it for over 20 years now!
I felt like a big baby, but it really hurt. And there is NOTHING in that pie that you would actually eat, but I appreciate you thinking it looked delicious! :)
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