Pie is my zen. Time and again, I’m always surprised by the random thoughts that enter my mind as I clear my head and focus on making pie. Over the past few weeks, my pietifications have centered around a funny phenomenon that I now affectionately call the Disappearing Mommy. I’ve been seeing articles recently about […]
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I dread baking during the work week for one simple reason – dishes. I love the baking part, but the aftermath is just so overwhelming when all I want to do is call it a night and go to bed. My M.O. each time I’m in the kitchen is to use as few utensils and […]
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The calendar need only read December 1st and visions of orange zest, nutmeg, clove and spice start swirling in my head. How quickly I break up with pumpkin pie and move on to the warm, intoxicating smells of the winter holidays. December is a month that I spend in my kitchen trying to recreate the […]
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I don’t have a lot of enthusiasm in my heart for the other big “P” of the Thanksgiving table. Pecan pie. I’ve always put it into the category of Stuff My Dad Eats: Pickled beets, spinach with vinegar, chicken livers, cole slaw… food that I’m convinced takes a heavy dose of testosterone to palate. I […]
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I’m feeling the consequences of too much pie. I think I am honestly hung over. It is not news that pie crust is nowhere near healthy – I’m not even going to try to claim the calcium from butter. Ian and I have been eating an average of one mini-pie a day…for the past month. […]
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