I recently undertook the task of baking a strawberry pie. Although I already had a pre-made pie crust, everything else was from scratch, and while I have never baked a strawberry pie before—only cherry—I was pretty dissatisfied with everything I found on the internet. Therefore, this pie was the result of a conglomeration of recipes and imaginative substitutions. After all the mixing and matching, here is what resulted:
Now, I take pride in baked goods that look beautiful, but obviously the taste is the most important thing (although sometimes it is hard to convince myself of this, particularly when a cake collapses or cookies ooze into paper-thin pancakes on the baking sheet). Therefore, the true test of this pie's merit would occur when I took it to work. And here's where the warm, fuzzy part comes in. The reactions were so positive, they gave me a golden glow feeling all day long.
In no particular order:
- Wow! It’s reallllly good!
- I second that!
- Thanks for the pie! I’m trying not to eat it all before the run, but I had a few small bites and it’s hard to resist devouring the rest.
- I finally know how the detective in Twin Peaks felt….
- Your pie was great, the fruit was firm and not mushy and I loved the crust and crumblies.
- Count me in anytime. Do you make other pies?
- I am so not kidding when i say that was the best tasting piece of pie I have ever had.
And finally, my favorite:
- If i wasn't already married, I would propose based on the contents of that pie....