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American Pie.

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It’s probably the worst sort of torture for me that tomorrow’s Techniques of Regional Cuisine class is all about pie. I’ll elaborate: It’s less than a week before Lent ends, so that means I can not indulge in desserts until Easter Sunday bright and early – probably all day. My consolation prize was going to be to make a Cherpumple.

Correct. A Cherpumple. What’s that, you ask?

It’s three different pies baked in three different cakes, stacked on top of each other and slathered in frosting and whatever else. Maybe I’ll drizzle some chocolate and dust it with sprinkles too – oh who am I kidding? I’m probably just going to dip pieces in melted chocolate like fondue. Gluttony suits me.

Anyways, back to the problem at hand. Tomorrow’s region is North America and we’re making pies. Originally I thought we’d stick to staples like hamburgers, french fries, meatloaf, any kind of pasta dish. I realize this is a gross generalization – I don’t know anyone who eats meatloaf these days. But considering how we made desserts from South America last week, I would have guessed we’d steer clear of those from North America. Nope. Fruit pies, dessert pies, even a pot pie.  At least I can have some of that.

But I’ll quit my complaining. I’m pretty excited, despite my qualms. I will use this as an opportunity to improve my pie making skills. I’ve made pie crusts only a few times before, and let’s just say more practice makes pies more perfect. I made a Quiche for my Intro to Foods final exam last year and still blame the points I got off for lack of time spent in the oven.

Don’t worry guys, I’m not going to feed anyone anything undercooked.

And just because…

“Sing a song of sixpence,
pocket full of rye,
four and twenty blackbirds
baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
the birds began to sing:
isn’t that a dainty dish
to set before the King?

The King is in his counting-house
counting out his money;
the Queen is in the parlor
eating bread and honey;
the Maid is in the garden
hanging up the clothes,
when down swoops a Blackbird
and snaps off her nose!”


To Infinity, and Beyond.

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So I didn’t have a ‘case of the Mondays’ on Monday, but it seems to have caught up with me over the course of the week. In terms of posting here, that is. I wasn’t exactly in the best spirits for the past few days, and if you have talked to me lately, you’d understand why. But for the most part, I’m back. I think.

As for today, it’s been both hit and miss. I don’t know how I managed to do it, but I lost my ID somewhere within the confines of New York, probably around the Bowery. I was exploring some coffee shops this morning and it must have fallen out of my pocket. Curses for wearing a reasonably light coat with shallow pockets on such a nice day. I retraced my steps until fatigue set in. Honestly not the greatest moment of my life. So to distract myself from overreacting – because the NYU card center isn’t open on the weekends and I can’t get a new one until Monday (unless someone has found it, but I haven’t gotten an email) – I watched Toy Story 3. So good.

Well, I’m off to be productive. Keeping it short and sweet. I’ve got to remind you all that I’m alive.

It’s kind of my day off, but here’s what storm troopers do on theirs: Bamfs

Also: cake, or pie? Battle Royale