That’s right, I didn’t bake a pie this weekend. Oh, the horror. Oh, the shame. I did go to Two Dogs Diner with Timber, and we each tried a slice of pie. Not bad, not bad. They get bonus points for listing it on the menu as “Slice o’ Pie.” When our waitress handed us menus, she mentioned that they were out of ice cream. What?! How do you run out of ice cream? So… no shakes, no malts, no root beer floats, no pie a la mode? Well, okay. It happens. I asked what kind of pie they had, and she went into the kitchen to check. A moment later, she came back and told us cranberry-apple. Only the one kind? Um, okay. It wouldn’t have been my first choice, but it sure beats rhubarb. Two slices please, with whipped cream. A few minutes later, our waitress appeared to let us know that they only had ONE slice of cranberry apple, and one of regular apple. Is that okay? Yes, that will do just fine. While we were eating our (cold) pie, someone walked out of the kitchen carrying most of an apple pie (presumably the pie that Timber was eating a slice of) and half of a blackberry pie. Um, hello? Seriously? I’m pretty sure that Timber would have devoured the blackberry pie if it had been offered. Anyway, the pie was adequate and we spent some time taking photos in the neighborhood afterwards. I hit up the local supermarket for my pie ingredients on the way home, but by the time I got here I had run out of pie mood. I’ll probably get to it tomorrow. I think I’m pretty close to finalizing the recipe, kids!
As a special treat, here’s a photo of the naturally-occurring pie filling mixture from last week:
Smile! Pie happens!