October 30, 2011
Pie is what I'm made of
October 30, 2011So, I live in Central New Jersey. Fall is now in full swing and the leaves are beginning to turn pretty colors on the trees and I was start...
So, I live in Central New Jersey. Fall is now in full swing and the leaves are beginning to turn pretty colors on the trees and I was starting to work boots into my shoe rotation, a little plaid time, eating some pumpkin... you know, Fall Stuff. That's why I was so pissed when we got two or three inches of wet heavy snow yesterday. It just rode into town and rode out just like it came in, knocked over some trees, got everyone's feet wet, pissed everyone off like a new permanent substitute lunch lady who lays down the law her first day by sending some poor kid to the principal's office for stealing a few tots off his neighbor's tray. What a way to begin you're long-awaited and hard-earned weekend. Despite the treacherous conditions, one must go to great lengths for great pie, and for me, great pie begins in Princeton, were all the good stores are. I take my rickety old honda for its first seasonal spin in the snow, and break her in right during this pie journey. By the time I return home, my town is completely snow covered and everyone is thoroughly pissed that their Halloween plans are going to be tainted by the slush and sleet. But what's there to be done? Pie. I dust off my rolling pin, only to redust it with flour, and begin a hard day's work.
Apple pie is so awesome...
I made a green-bean casserole for dinner. I figured we deserved it because winter was cheating and inconveniencing us early, so we deserved a wintery, comforting, bad-for-you casserole. And we had just that. It's gotta be beans and greens for a week after a diet-breaking day like yesterday, but it was totally worth it.
