Pie Time

by rosanna's eldest daughter, alessandra wollner

Dilemma: What do you do when you have two frozen pie shells and you are moving out of your apartment in two days time?

Solution: You make pie.

Dilemma #2: There are two of you, and lots of pie, which contains vast quantities of butter that you do not want going straight to your thighs, but which you will eat in its entirety, if left to your own devices.

Solution #2: Go out for drinks, meet up with friends, invite friends over after last call for homemade pie.

Problem(s) solved.

Around the same time my mom wrote about throwing a spontaneous cupcake party, I found myself in my friend’s soon-to-be-vacated apartment with two frozen pie shells on my hands and a directive to do something with them. Having filled one shell with a peach/blueberry medley topped with a crumble crust (so so easy—just toss the fruit with some lemon juice, sugar, flour and cinnamon for the filling and mix together some oats, flour, butter and brown sugar for the crumble) and the other with simple custard and chopped strawberries (you can even use an instant pudding Jello mix for this if you want and dress up the pudding with other chopped fruit inside, like banana) we were on our way to pie city. TMP, (Too Much Pie) turned out to be the perfect excuse to have some friends over to chill. It was totally low-key, almost insultingly easy and utterly satisfying, socially and gastronomically.

Let them eat cake? NoNoNo—It’s all about the pie.