The other day I felt the urge to create a blueberry sky pie. I hadn't made one in the entire 10 years that Oz and I have been together, and he'd never even heard of it. I have discovered most people haven't. I'm not even sure where I first heard of it, but I knew what it was supposed to taste like and roughly what was supposed to go in it, so when I found this recipe on Cooks.com, I ran with it.
Yes, I made my own blueberry pie filling with the berries the kids and I picked a few months ago. And I made the crusts.
Cooking is zen. Usually because I tend to ignore the children and their shenanigans while I'm cooking, but I made the crusts after they went to bed one night, so clearly I get more out of it than a moment's peace and quiet.
Drool.
Remember that you're supposed to be on a diet and then wonder why you put yourself on a diet the same day you plan to make pie and figure that if you're going to be that self-defeating in the first 24 hours that you deserve every ounce you've ever put on.
Eat the leftovers.
Enjoy!
1 comment:
You had me right up until "sweetened condensed milk". There's something sinister about that stuff...
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