Guess which pie won first prize – and converted many hearts – last night at our party?
Here’s the updated recipe: take the best apple pie recipe you own (for me, it’s from Cook’s Illustrated, and I’m not going to copy it here because the actual recipe is four or five pages long (these people, they care about pie theory)), replace a few apples with browned sausage (this time I chose something sage-y) and caramelized onions (6 or 7 small ones, cooked the day before). Bake as instructed.
Best right out of the oven (which is why I made two last night, so our house could eat one for dinner) with some sharp cheddar melted on top.
P.S. Don’t freak out when the pie dough does weird things – even if the texture is off, it’ll still be delicious!
To ensure we didn’t sleep in too late, the house made plans to eat scones, drink coffee, and read the Sunday Times together. I love my life!
It’s been a long time since I brought my big camera to play with the office puppies. They were difficult to catch in motion – mostly because they were tumbling all over each other – but I discovered a new trick of my own.
I’d set the focus on the stick, with my hand outstretched, and then let the dogs jump up to get it. Big brother was great at this game!
..was super cute, but wasn’t really into it. These are the only two shots I have of her. I think she realized that I didn’t have treats and wasn’t really appreciating her efforts sufficiently. Also, every time she got the stick, big brother would steal it from her.
This makes me want to do a whole series, perhaps of dogs at obedience school or the dog park or somewhere. Abby, how many dogs can you set me up with?
“Milk is good for you,” she assured me. And every single night, that glass showed up next to my plate, filled almost to the brim. I don’t know where parents get these sorts of ideas. Probably from the same school of thought that teaches them to tell their little girls that boys are mean to them because, deep down, they have a crush. If I had a nickel for every time an adult told me that, I would build a new school of thought and teach more accurate things, like that little kids are mean to other little kids because being a little kid is very hard and confusing. I am still trying to work through the fact that a boy named his dog after me in the third grade.
-Molly Wizenberg, A Homemade Life
You seriously need to read Molly’s book. It’s full of brilliant, insightful, delicious observations like this one.