Pie Porn!
Last night, I began working on my dessert project for the Super Bowl. I was a bit torn over what I wanted to do: my traditional cake decorated like a football field? An ice cream cake or pie with both team logos? Or a chocolate-caramel ice cream pie?
I ended up with the latter for the simple fact that I don't have icing supplies and didn't want to buy them, nor did I want to use commercial icing, which is expensive and hard to use. (Take it from one who used it all of the time at The Piece, being the only employee who knew how to decorate cakes.)
The pie has a chocolate graham cracker crust that is filled with chocolate ice cream. The drizzle across the top is caramel; it is bordered in whipped cream and caramel-filled football candies. Everything is homemade except for the whipped cream. I cheated there because I wanted the pretty floret shapes that are easy to achieve with canned whipped cream.
It came out looking pretty good:
And while looking at the pictures on the camera, I found this one of one Dawn Felagund acting like an idiot in the kitchen, in those heady days when holiday candy consumed my evenings.
Luckily, Bobby takes blurry pictures because I look very scary.
I ended up with the latter for the simple fact that I don't have icing supplies and didn't want to buy them, nor did I want to use commercial icing, which is expensive and hard to use. (Take it from one who used it all of the time at The Piece, being the only employee who knew how to decorate cakes.)
The pie has a chocolate graham cracker crust that is filled with chocolate ice cream. The drizzle across the top is caramel; it is bordered in whipped cream and caramel-filled football candies. Everything is homemade except for the whipped cream. I cheated there because I wanted the pretty floret shapes that are easy to achieve with canned whipped cream.
It came out looking pretty good:
And while looking at the pictures on the camera, I found this one of one Dawn Felagund acting like an idiot in the kitchen, in those heady days when holiday candy consumed my evenings.
Luckily, Bobby takes blurry pictures because I look very scary.