You can’t eat cake without something to wash it down. I’m getting thirsty here just thinking about cake. But not so with good pie! I love blueberry pie, with strawberry rhubarb running a close second. And there’s my mom’s fantastic pumpkin-pecan pie, and pistachio pie…Mmmmmn.
When I was six, I asked for a blueberry pie instead of a birthday cake. I’ve been having the same each birthday ever since.
But I have been disappointed by pies on occasion…some crazy, mentally challenged, and entirely misguided people think that pies should have a firm, dry filling. They’re so wrong. Pies should have runny, messy fillings. When you cut into a pie and remove a slice, it should be a challenge to do it neatly, and the rest of the pie filling should ooze over to take the place of its missing comrade.
Some people (who often bake for health food stores) also think that crusts can be made without salt. Feh! Pies that are too firm, or pies with saltless crusts, are barely worth eating…they’re only marginally better than cake.
No no. You see, there is a separate compartment especially for dessert. It’s called the “dessert box”. Always empty and ready for the good stuff. This is why, when I was a child, I could tell my Mother I didn’t want any more dinner, I was full and could I have dessert please?
Yeah, I didn’t want it on my quote either. Ya gotta watch those subject lines. Not only don’t I (till now) know who Adam Carolla is, but my behind, far from being hairy, is as smooth as a baby’s…um…behind.
Yeah, strawberry-rhubarb!
Last night, I ate a huge piece of chocolate cake with bitterweet chocolate shavings on chocolate buttercream frosting with a scoop of vanilla icecream on it, drizzled with hot fudge. I had to occasionally stop and get my bearings, it was so good.
But given the OP premise, I’d have to choose pie. My mom makes a lemon pie to die and kill for.
