My husband has a bit of a sweet tooth, which is a blessing for me because if I ate everything I made, I think I would probably be as big as the moon. After lunch the other day, I asked hubby what he would like for dessert after dinner. Before he replied though, I said, "maybe some chocolate bacon cupcakes with sea salt sprinkles?" I already had the picture of fully decorated cakes in my head all sitting prettily on my new cake pedestal when he answered, "seriously, cupcakes in this kind of weather? Give me a break... (with some eye rolling)"
To be completely honest, I have never made a pie like this before, despite the recipe saying that it is quite easy. I went through my usual ritual of setting up the bowls and tools on the counter and proceeded with making this pie. The recipe did not lie, it was easy. After chilling the pie in the refrigerator as instructed, I took it out and set it on the counter with much anticipation. Upon removing the foil, this is what I saw...
|Peaches and cream pie wannabe!|
Ok, I thought to myself, maybe it didn't chill long enough. So I stuck it back in the fridge and waited another 2 hours. Same thing. There was a layer of fat floating on top of the peaches with the actual fruit swimming in a sea of sugary liquid. Where's my peaches and cream?
So instead of a warm peaches and cream a al mode pie after supper that night, hubby simply got a stale fortune cookie from our chinese take-out eons ago.
Tomorrow, tomorrow I will try again. As Lucy Maud Montgomery wrote in Anne of Green Gables, "tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it - YET!"