I’m going to sound like a broken record when I tell you that, as a kid, all I wanted in the world were terrible-for-you foods. Unfortunately, the only thing fun my mama was willing to buy us were frozen pot pies. I took what I could get! I loved the flakey crust and rich filling. The overly cooked peas and carrots…not so much.
These two lil’ baby pot pies are a way better version than the mediocre pot pies that I’d devour after school while watching The Power Rangers. Here’s what makes them fancy:
1. Schmaltz. Yassss!! This crust is special. Instead of butter (you can totally use butter if you don’t have schmaltz) I used schmaltz and it resulted in a really delicious, more crumb-like, very chicken-y crust. Oh man. I like it a lot!
I’m pretty sure we can all agree that the week before Christmas is the most INSANE WEEK IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. We’re all bustling, hustling and working (and werking) to get everything wrapped up and done before everyone peaces out for the rest of the year.
Next week I have a massage booked. I’m going to Palm Springs for a few days to rest up and do absolutely nothing. During this time, I plan on writing a few things down: my goals for 2015 (proof I’m getting older, I never used to do this), things I learned in 2014 and a few things I’m grateful for. It sounds like a cheesy little thing to do, but these tasks organize my thoughts. It’s like going to The Container Store for my brain.
Next week, there will be pie. Because, pie. And because there always should be pie.
There’s also a chance I might listen to the last episode of SERIAL again because OMG Ronald. NO! I’m not buying that, attorney-who-I-respect. UGH! Jay did it.
Are you a corn syrup hater? You probably are. Everyone is and I get it. I do.
Since I use it so sparingly, I’m not that weird about it. There are some instances when it offers results that are pitch perfect. Examples: Fudge sauce (the sheen that corn syrup provides is dreamy) and marshmallows (man, oh man, it’s just a must).
I do hate corn syrup in ice cream. Oh good gracious. I can actually taste the acid in the corn syrup in the back of my throat. It’s awful. A lot of ice cream makers have started to include corn syrup because it provides such a glorious and smooth texture to ice cream. I get it. I do.
But there are other instances where corn syrup can easily be swapped out and I take those opportunities any chance I get. Namely, pecan pie. And in this case, walnut pie…with bitters because YAAASSSS!
I’m having a moment with sour cherries. They never pop-up too much in LA. In Michigan, yes. But here, not so much. They’re pretty infrequent but OMG do I love them.
They’re the prettiest hue. Regular ol’ cherries, which I love, are usually much darker in hue, but sour cherries are the prettiest of pink. And their flavor! The perfect balance between tart and sweet. Sandwiched in between two pieces of flakey, buttery pie crust is a good move. A VERY good move.
My year is broken into two pie seasons (ehhh…maybe three, actually): spring, summer and Thanksgiving. (T-Day is just one big ol’ pie season unto itself!) Summer is usually when my fruit pie game is strong. If I’m not doing pies than cobblers are usually my move. And during Spring I usually start getting into pies by way of a crumble or something. I like to ease into it and I did, just last week with this Rye Rhubarb Walnut thingy. Today, I’m going all in. PIE!
It’s full of pies for every month of year. The pictures are really pretty, the flavor combinations are interesting and delicious-sounding and the book is beautifully formatted. I know we’re in April but I ended up settling on a pie from October chapter and swapping out regular oranges for cara cards, but feel free to use what you can find at the grocery store.
I sometimes imagine what it’d be like to run a pie shop. In my dreams I’d own one. It’d also be in a dreamy land in which I could run a pie shop, bake a bunch of pies, be blind to spreadsheets and magically sleep 8 hours a night. I know this land doesn’t exist and running a pie shop would require me to worry about a gamut of unromantic, un-pie-related things.
Have I told you how much I hate spreadsheets?
If I’m lucky I’d have a partner who would be in charge of all things business. I’m sure he’d be constantly nagging me about my addiction to using fancy chocolates, butter and fruit in pies, in which my reply would be with a gigantic, attitude-filled shrug that’d look a bit like this:
(If you know me, you know how much I love that dang shrug emoticon.)