Monday, October 22, 2012
I don't make pie crust. I just don't. I have friends that do and I think they are awesome. The friends, not the piecrust. Because I think store-bought piecrust is a little taste of heaven.
Call me crazy. I do want to learn the technique one day. Just not today. And don't judge me about the state of that piecrust. I'm no artist.
And Don't. Trample. the Pansies! (Movie quote. Duh).
I was a little worried about how big the pie was at first. I mean how tall it was.
It was tall. Like 4 inches high. And I thought everything would kind of fall off the top. Au contraire. The height of the pie adds the gravitational pull that makes the amazing butter pecan crumble seep into every little nook, cranny and crevice.
Gravity is an amazing thing.
Faceplant into the pie. This kind of looks like fried chicken. NOT. But sort of.
Here is the recipe from my beloved Pioneer Woman. I love Ree.
I hate to even link her blog to my blog because once you go there, you will never read my blog ever again. She is incredible and she is the world's best blogger and now she has a TV show and I read her love story at the beach (From Black Heels to Tractor Wheels) and she wears tunics and I love tunics and.....
Ahhhh. Stop. I love my life. I am right where I am supposed to be. Come rain or shine, come hell or high water.
Can I get an Amen??
I'm off to make a quiche with my other store-bought pie crust. And then watch the presidential debates with the deadlocked candidates. DEADLOCKED?!? It's true. The presidential race is reportedly deadlocked 48% to 49%. I'll tell you one thing for sure, we are going to be ok. We are all going to be ok. How do I know? Because nothing, NOTHING can separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. Neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in ALL creation.
Breathe it in, child. Breathe it in.