Just realized how much my busted and mostly dead basil plant looks like a praying mantis just lurking in the background. Gonna buy a fresh & new one at the greenmarket next weekend… sorry, buddy, you’re depressing the hell out of me.
Also I would say that the best part of baking a pie is getting pie crust cookies but, like… pie…
Tried my hand at peach pie for the first time tonight… I just took it out of the oven so the taste test will have to wait until tomorrow, but so far it looks/smells like a peach pie ought to! I wanted to get it a bit more brown on top but since I was 10 minutes over the prescribed baking time and getting bored of checking I decided it was done enough. Should be fine.
I did go full idiot when I took it out of the oven for the last time and pulled it out on the cookie sheet, and now I have a wicked wrist burn to prove it. Battle scars, y’all. Battle scars. Of course, it’s right where my bracelet usually sits, so that should be fun.
From now on, I can be reached at 1-800-TOTALLY-RULES-AT-PIES.
So, yeah, the pie is awesome. All my fretting was for naught (though it did make the process more dramatic).
Took my slice up on the roof where Matt & I got a 360° view of fireworks, fireworks, fireworks. We caught the end of the official presentation, and then Brooklyn kept going hard all around us (still going hard, but babygirl had to call it a night. Though they’re shooting ‘em off on my street now, so I see some of the sparkle through my blinds). And, as an added bonus? Crazy lighting storm over Queens. Like, hella bolts and everything.
I ain’t even mad that B’wick might keep me up for a little bit longer ‘cause man… my life is awesome.