Wow, I took a month off and everything went crazy around here. Hello to all my new followers! I actually made three pies over Christmas, two cherry pies and one egg nog tart, but I was too lazy and busy to bother photographing them. Also there are only so many cherry pies a person can look at before they become boring. I mean, theoretically. I have yet to reach that number, but I’m sure it exists.
Today’s midweek mini pie is brought to you by a terrible head cold, a day off work, and a gigantic box of organic nectarines that got delivered to my household last week. I figured I should make ‘em small, since probably cooking for other people while you have the plague is a bit of a faux pas, and I wasn’t sure I could eat a whole pie myself. Having actually tasted this, though, I reckon I could. It’s sooo goooood.
The nectarines are sweet and juicy and perfect, and I added just a little sugar, a splash of bourbon and a drizzle of maple syrup to make the sauce for the filling, plus a couple of tablespoons of cornflour. The pastry is a mini batch of my usual pie crust, I just halved the quantities.
Being sick is THE WORST but fresh summer stone fruit and pastry seems like a good antidote, or at least a nice distraction. A quick and easy entry back into my fifty pies project, and not a bad start to 2017 - the year of the pie!
I was looking forward to it all week, almost as eagerly as I’d been eating this perfect summer salad: Wednesday night would mark the airing of James Cordon’s Carpool Karaoke with First Lady Michelle Obama. There were other epic Karaokes before this one (James’ vocal odyssey with Sia is a fave), and I’m sure there will be many to come, but to ride—to sing—with FLOTUS at this moment in time felt important. Important in the wake of the RNC speech scandal (I can’t even bring myself to write her name here), important in the wake of this summer of shootings and tragedy and #BlackLivesMatter, important because this FLOTUS is the best FLOTUS I’ve had in my lifetime.
And important because Carpool Karaoke has always been a sure hit of joy, and I was desperate for that burst of serotonin.
Late Wednesday night, I gathered myself in front of my laptop and opened my Facebook feed. Just a few scrolls down, people were already sharing the Youtube video of James and Michelle.