When you feel as if everyone is judging you -- in your relationships, in your profession, even the way you order coffee (note: avoid ordering a caramel macchiato at a coffee house that is not Starbucks) -- it’s probably not a good idea to enter a pie baking contest. (You know, because they’re actually judging you.)
But that’s where my head is, and that’s where one of my pies is going. So I have two options: suck it up, or vent my frustration on something inanimate.
Hmmmmmmm. It’s a tough call. But, after much careful consideration, I think I’m going to go with venting.
Yes. That feels like the right choice.
This is a Martha Stewart Living recipe and so, to Martha and her paid minions, I ask, “What were you thinking?” Yes, it’s pretty pie. Yes, it has a lovely name. But the flavor is bland -- fall asleep at the plate while eating bland. The filling is soupy – keep this away from small children who don’t know how to swim. And the bottom of the pie crust? Did it dissolve, or was it that pale soggy thing hidden under all the fruit?
This was a waste of time, money, and fruit.
Definitely not a good thing.