09-15-2005, 02:05 PM
Jeunemaitre,Sep 15 2005, 08:31 AM Wrote:Man. That was deep. May I appropriate that for a while?
On the topic, the only thing I look forward to from Sept 1st through the third week of November is pumpkin pie. It is also the only thing that keeps me alive between then and March. Without my autumn store of pumpkin, condensed milk and spices, winter would be fatal. The best way to ward off the feel of cold in winter: another slice of pumpkin pie. I am one of those reasons that women go wild for men who bake: I can't. I can, however, trade dinner for dessert. That's a deal that has been going on since before I got married.
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Pumpkin pie kicks ass.
I like mine warm. Very very warm. And not with whipped cream, but heavy cream poured over it. And a sprig of mint. Served with a nice cup of coffee. When an odd mood strikes me, I like my pumpkin pie with a dash of fresh crushed black and white pepper. It makes the pumpkin so much sweeter. It's an aquired taste that most people don't seem to like.
Pie really is about balance. The sensation in the mouth. When you bite in to a fruit pie... The fruit part should be wet and the crust dry and flakey. You know that feeling you get in your mouith? You can feel it on your tongue. More than taste, sensation. Your mouth should be confused for a moment. And you should revel in that sensation, let your toes curl and that strange feeling in your cheekbones up along the jaw line. The sauce, the juicy runny dribbly goodness should be sweet... And when you bite in to a cherry or a strawberry and you feel it pop lightly as you bite, there should be some sour.
Last night, I made a turtle bean and sweet potato pie. What are turtle beans? Black beans of course. I know this sounds strange, but man is it delicious. And an odd purple-orange colour. It was going to be for desert, but it turned out to be dinner. Wife and I wiped it all out.
In my mind, I am working out a recipe for a candied jalapeno strawberry pie. The idea struck me after I made an odd batch of jalapeno strawberry jam. Stuff was delicious. So I think a pie would be right tasty.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."