You know you have good friends when they send a quick text and then leave a bag of fresh rhubarb on your doorstep. Kathy recently did just that. When I got home, there sat a brown paper bag full of rhubarb. Continue reading
It’s National Pi Day, a sweet designation for those who geek-out on math, or in my case pie. The mathematical equation used in figuring out the circumference of my beloved circular gastronomic creations is well, 3.14. Okay, corny, but I’m not the one who designated March 14th as a holiday applauding food that is piled into crusts. But I’ll take it!
In my mind, pie falls into a few heavenly categories. Flaky, butter-laced crusts cradling apples, berries or stone fruit are my splendid idea of dessert, or breakfast – don’t judge. It has fruit in in. Those same crisp crusts can carry a mix of vegetables, cheese and eggs to turn into a quiche or leftover meat and potatoes become a pot pie to rival Marie Calendar’s. Continue reading