In the form of pie.
Tonight was a friends’ “white trash” party, and everyone was supposed to bring a pie.
(it’s not done yet)
Yes, I made a mock apple pie–it’s basically Ritz crackers with corn syrup, butter and cinnamon in a pie crust.
I had read about this type of pie in Jeffrey Steingarten’s The Man Who Ate Everything, a wonderful food science book full of recipes you think you should try but don’t, except for the chocolate chip cookie recipe that uses like 7 lbs of butter (and which are heaven, btw).
I also made a three berry pie (blueberry, raspberry, strawberry) with a crumble top just in case the ritz cracker pie was a dud. I shouldn’t have worried, it wasn’t.
Other pies represented: cherry, chocolate, blueberry, coconut, meringue, and the hard to categorize: ho-ho, ding-dong, devil dog, twinkie pie:
Good thing my new skirt (Liesl’s “everyday skirt) has an elastic waist:
Because I don’t think 5 miles of running = 3 pieces of pie.
- today’s miles: 5
- total miles: 104
- # of pies at party: 9
- # of pieces eaten: 3 (but I did refrain from the fried Oreos. really).