I'm heading to a comic book convention in California on Wednesday, which is the actual day of pi(e), what with it being 3.14 and all.
So my pals and I had an early pie day tonight here in J.C.
Somehow it became a competition—because everything seems to end up being a competition—and the stakes seemed high. 27Ray and Roberta both wanted to win. Which is odd because everyone knows that Michael Kraiger bakes the best pies.
I went to pie school in 2010, so I could have tried my hand at the competition. But we were already going to have three pies and only five eaters, so I opted to try something a little different.
I made the pie from the back of the Ritz Cracker box.
I'd made it before—maybe it was my mother who did this first for me when I was a kid, as a fun activity. Or maybe I just tried it. I can't remember now. But I do remember being surprised that it tasted at all like an apple pie.
I wasn't going to win with this fake apple pie—I might have had a shot at second or maybe I'd have gotten lucky and Kraiger might've had a bad day—but at least I could get a laugh.
The taste was different than I remembered it—but then I didn't actually use the recipe from the back of the Ritz Cracker box. I used a recipe from this here Internet-thingy. And it called for lemon zest, so I grated a lemon into the mix.
I'm sure I didn't grate any lemons when I was a kid. I didn't even know how to grate lemon zest. I had to look that up too.
My pie was far from delicious, but it was edible and certainly odd enough. There was a dizzying amount of competition in the room, which gave me a kind of headache or maybe that was the amount of pie I ate, but in the end, the pie-master did win. Mr. Kraiger himself made the best pie.
Because Michael Kraiger always makes the best pie.
So my pals and I had an early pie day tonight here in J.C.
Somehow it became a competition—because everything seems to end up being a competition—and the stakes seemed high. 27Ray and Roberta both wanted to win. Which is odd because everyone knows that Michael Kraiger bakes the best pies.
I went to pie school in 2010, so I could have tried my hand at the competition. But we were already going to have three pies and only five eaters, so I opted to try something a little different.I made the pie from the back of the Ritz Cracker box.
I'd made it before—maybe it was my mother who did this first for me when I was a kid, as a fun activity. Or maybe I just tried it. I can't remember now. But I do remember being surprised that it tasted at all like an apple pie.
I wasn't going to win with this fake apple pie—I might have had a shot at second or maybe I'd have gotten lucky and Kraiger might've had a bad day—but at least I could get a laugh.
The taste was different than I remembered it—but then I didn't actually use the recipe from the back of the Ritz Cracker box. I used a recipe from this here Internet-thingy. And it called for lemon zest, so I grated a lemon into the mix.I'm sure I didn't grate any lemons when I was a kid. I didn't even know how to grate lemon zest. I had to look that up too.
My pie was far from delicious, but it was edible and certainly odd enough. There was a dizzying amount of competition in the room, which gave me a kind of headache or maybe that was the amount of pie I ate, but in the end, the pie-master did win. Mr. Kraiger himself made the best pie.
Because Michael Kraiger always makes the best pie.
1 comment:
You're right, we didn't grate lemon zest when you were a kid. But we did make mock apple pie.
Luv,
Mom
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