Hello, you pie-loving humans. I’m here with another pie. This one is slightly different.
A: Because you make it in a tart pan (I used a circle one would do just fine or if you’re like this is annoying just use a regular 9-inch pie dish, you can do that, too!) B: There aren’t a ton of spices in this. Like, barely at all. C: Hello, butterscotch. It’s all about pumpkin and butterscotch and their sweet and caramel-y-like union.
This recipe starts with sweet butterscotch. A few years ago I was very confused as to what the difference was between butterscotch vs. caramel.
It’s this easy: butterscotch is made with brown sugar, where caramel is made with white sugar.
That’s it. I like my butterscotch not burnt or taken too far but just right.
If you hate making pie crust, this is super easy. It’s a gingersnap crust taken from the No-Bake Pumpkin Pie from The Year of Cozy. I steal from myself!
My entire world could be crumbling, but if I have a pie crust to make/eat, all is ok in the world.
Good thing I had this pie because this week has been trying. It’s been one for the records in terms of toughness. Amelia is having her own rough week because she hates fireworks and my neighborhood always decides it’s a great time to shoot off fireworks for the whole week of Fourth of July. She’s been hiding in the bathroom all today. EMOJI CRYING FACE!
So, we’ve both stress-eaten a bit of pie. Can you blame us?
Summer is a sad sight without cherries.
They’re the best part of summer. Last fall I made a simple apple pie and took it to a dinner and sort of scratched my head as to how or why there wasn’t a classic and simple apple pie on this blog. So I fixed that issue.
Now, I’m fixing the issue that there isn’t a classic cherry pie recipe on this blog. Because sometimes you don’t want something complicated. Perfectly ripe summer fruit doesn’t need much manipulation—it’s a gem on its own. Just sweet summer cherries swimming in a pool with sugar and tapioca starch and cinnamon and salt. Nothing overpowers, nothing really stands out except the beautiful sweet cherries.
Hello you sweet gorgeous lil’ pie, you. I want to squish your cheeks like a grandma does a baby; I want to slap you on the ass like boys do in the locker room (I never understood this); I want to hug you so tightly that you get mad at me (I do this to Amelia daily). That’s how I feel about this pie.
This has Easter brunch situation written all over it. It’s the thing you bring to a brunch party and just wait for people to compliment you like crazy. And you can respond all NBD-like, Oh this pie, I just threw it together in like no time flat. Act casual.
If you’re not a rhubarb fan it’s probably because it was way too tart. It’s like tart celery.