Times like these

[aceofkittens]

It's usually around 4 a.m. when I get the uncontrollable urge to cut off all of my hair with construction paper scissors.

Instead, I baked this pie. I like to call it the "Peace Pie." Want a piece of peace pie? Ho ho. Naturally, I think I burned it. Fuck you, Peace Pie!

Comments

[saladbar.livejournal.com]

Come on. Don't you like how I used the word "peace".

Give pie a chance!

[aceofkittens.livejournal.com]

I loved it. :)

Maybe I can give you some baking lessons. The thing is, you just throw things in a tin and stick it in an oven. Usually at like, 375. For a while. Then you take it out and eat it. It's like magic! I'll teach your girls how to bake too. Something easy, like eclairs.

Re: Give pie a chance!

[saladbar.livejournal.com]

eclairs are easy?

How do you not forget that there is something cooking at 375?

Re: Give pie a chance!

[aceofkittens.livejournal.com]

Eclairs are hard. That was irony! :) I can make the custard, sort of, and I guess I could make the shells if forced to do so. But I'm really not that patient. However, I should be able to do such things. My grandmother used to hand roll her own filo dough for Napoleon pastries. :) Sadly, I have not lived up to that legacy, and I did forget about my pie last night.

— "Didn't you say your pie had to be in there for an hour?"
— "Yes. At least an hour."
— "Well, it's been an hour and a half."
— "....BAWK!!!"

:)