Oh baby, do I ever love pie.
Now, I think most dessert lovers are either pie people or cake people. But really, I think most people are pie people -- I have only met one person in my entire life that does not care for pie. (Hello, Marie! I love ya, but I still think you're crazy!) I have also met someone who turns down cake and all manners of dessert (including chocolate chip cookies,) but asked for a lemon merengue pie for his birthday treat.
I am, obviously, a pie person. When I partake of pie, it is nearly always homemade, and nearly always comes from my kitchen. This means I only eat pie once or twice per year. (Pumpkin pie doesn't count, because I make it all of the time, and I usually don't make a crust. So it's really more of a pumpkin custard in a round dish.) I make my crust from scratch, the filling from scratch, and then have a REALLY hard time not hacking into the thing while it is still boiling hot.
Tonight, I made an apple and pear pie. (Why the combination? I didn't have enough apples for a whole pie, and I had two pears that desperately needed to be eaten.) It's not perfect, (my pastry's a bit weak, because I didn't have enough nonhydrogenated shortening, so I used some walnut oil for part of the fat,) but baby, does it taste good.
Here's the whole pie:
And see, I always jump the gun on the first piece, and it oozes all over my plate:
(I guess pie should really be allowed to cool fully before cutting and serving, to give the filling a chance to set, but really, where's the fun in that?)
Now, if you live near me and would like a piece of pie (or two,) please stop on by -- because I really shouldn't eat an entire pie all by myself. I will, but I shouldn't. :) (One more reason I only make pie once or twice a year!)