Posts tagged "pie"
Today’s Special: November 21, 2012
Today’s Special: Baked leftover pastry scraps Hold it right there, buster. I better not see you re-rolling your pastry scraps. In a cold kitchen, with cold hands, you toiled to ensure that your butter was not overworked. You can’t negate that effort by re-rolling and watching your tender dough go from flaky to tough. I...
Apple Hand Pies
Sandy. What a bitch. She really did a number on my part of the world, and two weeks later, the effects are still being felt by many in and around New York City. She was my first hurricane, though, so I’ll never forget her and how my world went topsy-turvy for a week. With requests...
In need of pie: Four and Twenty Blackbirds
It’s been months since I’ve had a slice of pie. Months. For a girl who can eat pie as easily as ice cream, I was in dire straits. My nostalgia for running along the seawall in Vancouver rivalled my nostalgia for heading to Aphrodite’s after dinner for tea and a slice of raspberry rhubarb. Cookies, cupcakes,...
Clippings: December 8, 2011
The internet is a great source for all things foodie, and we’re constantly bookmarking, starring, and emailing intriguing recipes, food porn, and inspiration. Here’s a selection of clippings we think are worth checking out. Salty honey pie. You had me at salt. More salty-sweet goodness: chocolate chip bars with a pretzel crust. When I think...
Momofuku Crack Pie
Crack. I’m proud to say I’ve never tried the hard stuff. I’m also proud to say I’ve now tried the sweet stuff. As in, Momofuku’s Crack Pie. As in, one bite and the endorphin rush is so great that before you know it, you’ve finished off your entire slice and are wondering if it’s...
My pie
It’s almost shameful that I haven’t done a full post on pumpkin pie until now. And now being almost six weeks post-Thanksgiving. The almost stays as is because I could eat pumpkin pie all year long. So there’s never a wrong time to post about my love for that most un-pretty pie. Yes, pumpkin pie....
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Blood Red for Bill
If I lived in Bon Temps, you would call me a fangbanger. Ever since watching The Lost Boys as a too little girl, I find it easy to fall hard for undead heroes. I spent most of high school daydreaming about Louis and Lestat. While late on the bandwagon, I’ve quickly become a devoted...
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I made it, I swear
Having a name that rhymes with banana meant I had to decide early on if I was going to be its friend or faux. I chose friend. As the start of my day, sliced over ice cream, or mashed into muffins, few fruits rival the toothsome give of a banana’s starchy-sweet flesh for me. And...
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