The best way to avoid impossible homework: make pie.
I bought six huge peaches last week, hoping to make a pie out of them, but they were hard as rocks, so I set them out on my counter. I checked them every morning and evening, waiting for them to ripen, so I could pop them in the fridge and let them wait for their fellows to catch up. Two performed just as I wanted them to. The others…peach mutiny! Two rotted so badly I had to just throw them out, holding each squishy black thing between two fingers, resisting the urge to gag. And that was in the course of one day, while I was off at class. Wow. Fungi, I salute your work ethic. The last two peaches had fuzzy navels (fuzzier than usual – I mean, they are peaches), so I performed produce surgery on my final clutch of four, and got enough good fruit to almost fill my lovely green casserole. Not my pie dish, sadly. Although, I have to say, a rectangular pie is oddly appealing.
It’s smelling up my apartment right now, and I just heard a sizzle, so I think it just bubbled over. Crap!
False alarm. All is well. God, it smells even better since I opened the oven door. Mmmm.
Anyway, I’m calling this the quick and dirty pie because I threw it together in about 20 minutes, and my kitchen is a MESS! 🙂 Plus I didn’t really use a recipe, apart from my favorite pate sucree recipe, which is so simple it hardly counts. And if you’ve baked (wow, I originally typed that as ‘naked!’) with me, you know I am a stickler for the rules. This is probably the most spontaneous baked item I’ve ever made. And unless I jinx it right now, it looks like it’s going to turn out wonderfully. Knock wood!