I like pi(e)

So I want to be a math teacher or professor when I grow up, right? So of course I like pi. And I *love* to cook, so I also like pie. So how is that I forgot today was pi(e) day? I don’t know. But when I realized I ran to the store and made a cheater’s dinner and dessert. I cheated because I bought frozen pie crust. But it was still good.

First up we had quiche for dinner. Ham and cheese, and delicious! (Yes I forgot to take a picture before we cut it.)

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Then for dessert we had fresh strawberry pie.

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With *real* whipped cream – i.e. not out of a can OR a tub.

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Don’t you wish you lived here? Or were at least invited for dinner once in a while?

The good, the bad, and the polenta…

I started a new sweater. I think it’s gonna be an epic win. It’s the soon to be formerly named Norah sweater by Indigirl (Amy Swenson) and it’s really just made of beautiful. I love the lines. I love the fact that I had the perfect pile of Malabrigo sitting in my house waiting to be this sweater. I love that I got to start it and work on it during some really beautiful days spent in the park (hence the frisbee/picnic table portrait).

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Obviously I’ve been in a foul mood lately. That’s why the absence from blogging. If you don’t have anything nice to say, well come sit by me. Seriously though. Sometimes I have to mentally slap myself and remind myself that I have nothing to be grumpy about. At all. Geesh.

Oh and the polenta? Dude. I went to Native Sun today to get some nutritional yeast. We’ve been out of it for way too long. I love a bowl of polenta with some butter spray and nutritional yeast sprinkles. Trust me, it’s really good. But today when I went to put the dry polenta away in the cupboard over the stove…

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In other epic win news, the dyeing has been going spectacularly well. I mean even better than I had hoped for. The store will be opening any day now. Watch this space.

A new leaf…

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I took the boys to the produce market this morning. I gave them cart control and told them to pick out whatever they wanted. And I threw some things in as well of course. We got a little bit of everything, including three different kinds of pears. We’re gonna have a pear taste test to see which one we like best. And lots of strawberries because they smelled so freaking good. That is one thing that is very good about living in Florida. Even in the winter you can get fresh local produce. Sweet potatoes, corn, spinach, broccoli, red peppers… all kinds of yummy goodness. And I’m not great at healthy eating but I do know that eating tons of this stuff will only do me good.

In other healthy news the boys and I hit the park this morning and did day one of the Couch to 5K program. It wasn’t easy, as I’ve been quite the couch potato lately, but I did it. And so did the boys. I figure it’s important to establish the exercise habit now while it’s nice. Because once summer hits it’s impossible to get going.

I think I’m gonna go and slice some strawberries for lunch. Nummers.

This pie is made of fail.

Being really tired is kind of like being really drunk. Your judgment is impaired. You think you can do things you really can’t do. Like bake the last pumpkin pie in the middle of the night. And you might tidy up the kitchen and think that you will hear the timer when it goes off. And that you will be able to pull the perfectly baked pie out of the oven and fall right back asleep. After of course you are all responsible and you turn the oven off.

You would be wrong.

And then you wake up to your husband’s 5:30 AM alarm (he’s on call this week) and smell something. Fortunately it really just smells like slightly overbaked pie and not the flames of death and doom licking at your toes. As you sprint to the kitchen you start doing the math. Pie should have cooked the last stretch for about 60 minutes. It’s now been 300 minutes. This is bad, very bad.

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In the good news department I did get everything but the lemon bars done last night. And I still have three good pies. Even the buckeyes got dipped.

Even if you’re not American, if you’re reading this blog you’ve got something to be thankful for. (No, not this blog silly, you’re living higher than most of the world). I was thinking last night about what I was most thankful for.

My Family - everything in my life is better because of my husband and my amazing boys. I’m blessed by them everyday.

And Knitting – stay with me here. If it weren’t for knitting I would not have met all of the amazing people that I’ve become so close to – online and in the real world. It has changed my life, and for the good.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Tired now.

I got to sleep in a bit this morning. Until 7:20. Kind of cool. But my day did not go as I had planned it – mostly because I didn’t buckle down and start baking right after class. So now it’s 11:09 PM and I still have pies in the oven. And I still need to bake one more pie and a batch of lemon bars. I also need to dip the buckeyes – thank goodness the time consuming rolling is done. One pie, and two batches of cheesy broccoli rice casserole are done at least.

So tomorrow I will get up early-ish and knock the rest of this out. It won’t really take that long. I remember being a kid and my mom used to do all of it – every last thing by herself. And there was tons of stuff on the table. I have no idea how she did it. She must have been Wonder Woman in disguise after all.

Go buckeyes!

No, I didn’t really say that out loud. I live in Florida *and* I value my life. But my Mom’s buckeye candy is a totally non-partisan delight. If you’ve never had a buckeye, I’m sorry. I don’t make them year round because they are kind of time consuming. Ok, very time consuming. But the hardest part is the rolling, and you can do that while watching a movie.

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Buckeyes

•    1 c. melted butter
•    1.5 lbs. confectionary sugar
•    1 tsp. vanilla
•    2 c. peanut butter

Notes – Do not get fancy, natural peanut butter. We grew up poor and ours came from the huge tubs they sold at Kroger’s. Cheaper peanut butter makes better buckeyes. I have tested this theory.

•    12 oz. semi-sweet chocolate chips
•    1/2 bar of paraffin wax

Mix melted butter, peanut butter, vanilla, and sugar in a large bowl. You will probably have to use your hands for this. Form into 1 inch balls and refrigerate for at least 20 minutes – I like to do about an hour in the fridge.

Using a double boiler, slowly melt together the wax and the chocolate. Line a cookie sheet or two with wax paper. When the balls are hard, use a toothpick (or a plastic fork with all but one tine broken off) to dip the balls in chocolate, twirling to let the excess drip off. Place on wax papered cookie sheets. Refrigerate until firm.

Taco ring, not bathtub ring.

I haven’t made a taco ring in a long time. They are super delicious *and* super easy. You look like a culinary genius and your family actually stops talking long enough to eat. This works best on a round pizza stone.

Ingredients:

1 pound ground meat, browned, drained & mixed with taco seasoning
(This is very good with tvp or veggie crumbles – trust me, I used to be a veghead!)
1-2 cups of shredded cheese
2 packages of crescent rolls
Toppings such as sour cream, salsa, guacamole, lettuce & tomato, more cheese

Preheat oven to 375. Arrange the crescent rolls with the points hanging over the edge like this:

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Put the meat & cheese on like this:

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Roll up crescent roll points like this:

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Bake at 375 for about 15 minutes or until the crescent rolls are golden brown and cooked through.

Take a picture of the finished taco ring before the family attacks it, or end up with a very unsatisfying end of story picture like this:

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But seriously, this is good! Make it and enjoy!

Make your own happiness.

Up until this year, I wasn’t fond of lemons. I picked out all the lemon candies from assorted boxes, and I scornfully removed the wedges of lemon from a glass of tea. And then the lemon courted and wooed me in a new way.

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I was getting lemon bars from a local bakery to get my fix. But then one day the boys and I went in, and afterwards the little dude made a very good observation. “Those people are NEVER nice,” he harumphed. And he was right. We had gone in there countless times over the summer. And while their baked goods are delicious, they aren’t ever nice. Ever. Not mean really, but never have a smile on their face. Never say hey, how are you or any of it. So action had to be taken. I had to make the lemon bars myself. Warning: Do not eat lemon bars for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Three lemon bars in a day will upset your body’s natural acidic balance and bad things will happen. Trust me. I don’t care how good they taste.

Base Ingredients

1/3 c. butter

1/4 c. sugar

1 c. all purpose flour

Lemony Goodness Ingredients

2 eggs

3/4 c. sugar

2 Tbsp. all purpose flour

1 large lemon – completely zested and juiced – both reserved

1/4 tsp. baking powder

powdered sugar for sprinkling

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees. With an electric mix combine the butter, flour, and sugar. The mixture will be a very powdery fine crumb mixture. Press evenly into an 8×8 pan and bake at 350 for 10-15 minutes or until the edges just turn golden brown.

While the base is baking, prepare the lemon filling. Beat together the sugar, flour, eggs, lemon juice, lemon zest, and the baking powder unti the mixture is smooth.

When the base has done it’s first baking, remove from oven, and pour the lemon mixture over the base. Return to the oven and bake for 15 minutes or until the lemon mixture is set and doesn’t go all crazy wiggly all you when you give the pan a gentle shake. The top of the mixture will have some light brown spots on it. Sprinkle generously with powdered sugar.

Let cool and then enjoy. Or let cool for about 10 minutes, cut a bar, stick it in the freezer for 10 more minutes and then eat it. Best enjoyed with a cold glass of milk. See? It’s got fruit and milk, it’s a health food! Enjoy!