I’ve Been Missing Out

Every holiday that warranted a pie meant lemon meringue. It’s my dad’s favorite so it’s what my mom always made. I have never been a fan of lemon meringue. The meringue was always weird and chewy and the lemon was just weirdly congealed lemon juice. If we didn’t have pie we had bishop’s pie dessert, which is as processed and church-food as it gets. I think it originated at a restaurant and it’s basically a graham cracker crust, chocolate pudding mixed with soft ice cream, topped with whipped cream and chocolate shavings. Classy.

What I’m getting at is we didn’t have those traditional holiday pies until I became a teenager who liked to cook. Then there more be an apple pie or a pumpkin one. But never pecan. Ever. I don’t know why, it just didn’t happen and I made it nearly twenty-six years without having a piece of pecan pie and now that I’ve experienced it I feel sad for all those missed slices. Though truth be told I probably would have had a lot of crappy, overly sweet pie before I got to the one I made today. I was talking about pies at work today and a co-worker was aghast that I’d never had pecan pie so I resolved to make it when I got home. I went with the maple pecan pie from the always awesome and completely fail-proof Isa from the PPK.

I’m fighting every urge to go have another slice. But that can wait until breakfast I suppose. I can promise that this will be making an appearance at an upcoming holiday.


Dirty Dirty Cookies

I’ve always been a slightly asexual person. So I’m not entirely sure why I decided to make the Garrick’s “vagina variation” sugar cookie testers. Especially since I’m taking them to a potluck of people I don’t know! What the hell was I thinking. Oh well, it will break the ice and they are damn good. I’m also bringing other stuff but pictures later.

Creepy, aren’t they? The one on the left is tinted with cocoa, and the right one is just vanilla. Instead of stuffing them with marzipan like the recipe calls for I just tinted some of the dough pink. You can even sort of see the alien bits underneath the cocoa and vanilla cookies, because hot pink isn’t a color seen in nature.


These are actually a lot of fun to make. Probably because I couldn’t stop giggling. I’m sorry, sometimes you just have to giggle like a kid. Though next time I go to a feminist gathering (or a pure romance party god forbid) I’ll make these. And keep a straight face.

I also made the gingerbread apple pie from Vegan With a Vengeance. Well I used the crust and the baking directions. The filling was the stuff my mom and I canned a few weeks ago.

And this Indian spiced rice salad is the bane of my existence right now. This is what happens when I start trying to make my own recipes. I like it, but it seems like its missing something. I added a lot of different spices so maybe its a matter of not adding enough of each. Or maybe I’m just overanalyzing because I’ll be feeding it to other people tomorrow. It basically had Jasmine rice, roasted potatoes, squash, and carrots, onions, mushrooms, coconut milk, tomatoes, fava beans, and too many spices to name.