pie happiness

Wind has been been blowin’ in West Texas. On days when the wind is whistlin’ out here on the High Plains, it’s nice to have an indoor activity prepared. My activity yesterday was making lemon meringue pies for a special in-law birthday. #6-0!!

Consulted the old Betty Crocker cookbook. Do you have one of these relics? This is circa 1975-before feminism.

Wanna see my pie? Of course you do!

Used a Pioneer Woman pie crust recipe, but I adjusted the fat ratio to 2 to 1 butter to crisco. This recipe had a little bit of vinegar in it. The food processor is the only way to go in mixing pie crusts, but pie crust is always a messy proposition for me. You should’ve seen the flour and the parchment paper flying around the kitchen.

Hot heaven in a pan.

The filling. This is where I consulted Betty Crocker. Lots of egg yolks, sugar, cornstarch and freshly-squeezed lemons. I might have licked this pan clean with a spatula…by myself since the Texan was at work. Sorry, Texan.

Beating, beating, and beating egg whites until they are stiff and glossy.

Ta-dah! The paaahs. Aren’t they gorgeous? See why I was excited to show them to you? The in-law was very happy to have these for his birthday….oh, and the taste! The taste was lemony sweetness surrounded by a flaky crust and topped with a heavenly (not too sweet) meringue. The textures were sublime and the flavor sensations amazing, even if I do say so myself! ***patting myself proudly on the back*** Fun times with the in-laws.

In case you were wondering about my security…making pies out in the rural-ness of West Texas and all, you needn’t have feared.

Can you spot the guard dog on her couch perch?

Roxy Doxy was looking out the bedroom window keeping constant vigil making certain our house is protected and I can make pies in blessed peace.

She keeps her squeaky squirrel nearby in case she gets bored.

See? I’m very well-guarded.

Do I smell pie?

A sleepy Roxy Doxy:
What does Lin-sanity mean?

An exasperated me:
Knock off watching Sports Center, will you? Come help me clean the kitchen…I might have a sticky pan you can lick!

Lemony love to all.

I lied to Pioneer Woman

Step 1. Admitted I was powerless over my lying to Pioneer Woman. Yes, that Pioneer Woman….the cute lady with Olympic-pool sized dimples.  The red-headed photojournalist extraordinaire.  The best-sellin’, cookbook writin’,  4 punk huggin’, skinny-jean wearin’, butter and sour cream cookin’ blogosphere goddess. That P-Dub!
I started gettin’ sassy. This sight bitch-slapped me to reality.

Noticed these shoes under my desk after leaving an excoriating comment on PW’s blog. She’s had lots of soul-searching posts lately exploring her fondness for wedges. That’s SHOES people…not the butt-ical playground variety. I know, I was having a hard time, too!  Oh wait….that’s wedgies.  Senior moment.  Sorry.

Most of the comments about the sky-high, girlie wedges were, ‘Oh, how cyyuuuuute! I want those!’ or ‘Ree, you would look so adorable in those cyyuuuuuuuutttee shoes. Buy them!’ Not being one to mindlessly hop aboard the style bandwagon (even PW’s), my comments were something along the lines of, ‘Are you crazy?? Those look mega-painful!’ or channeling my angry, inner feminist I opined, ‘Don’t you realize these ridiculous, bunion-inducing shoes are designed and manufactured my MEN? Men don’t have the health of a woman’s arch foremost on their minds!’  I could only visualize my podiatrist administering injections between my metatarsals with 12-inch needles.  Thought of broken ankles, too.  So….you be the judge.  Would you classify these as wedges?  Do they meet the wedgie standard?

I’m a vile hypocrite (slapping my wrists).  Never heard of ‘judge not, lest…..’.  Can you ever forgive my snotty ranting, P-Dub? Mostly, I’m a practical flats kinda gal.
Cute color…but is plastic fashionable? You tell me. I like flat sandals too.

Part of my skull-lovin’ phase. Very fun and very flat. These next shoes highlight the uber-practical, style-be-DAMNED side of my personality.

These are made with recycled PVC. They are comfy, comfy, comfortable. And water-repellent. And butt-ugly.  Don’t these scream, ‘The person wearing this shoe is soooo cool and confident, she doesn’t give a prairie dog’s paw how ugly they are!  Isn’t she fashionable?’  You say just hideous....not fashionable??

I’ll let you know if confession is good for the soul or what I must do to make amends. Promise to go easier on P-dub and not be a haughty, self-righteous shoe judge. Maybe lay off clever commenting for a bit. Spend a little more time with the wiener.

She’ll set me straight with her impeccable fashion sense.  She  don’t take no guff.  Sometimes we argue over the ‘sexy quotient’ of stilettos.   She detests kitten heels…..her favorite shoes are mules.  Dolce and Gabbana-they have styles in wide.
Have a stylish, honest weekend my friends.