Pie Anxiety
So I'm going to Doug's family's Thanksgiving today. That's cool, they like me. I had a screwdriver with his mom at 2:30 pm once. Except Doug volunteered me to bring a homemade apple pie. I thought that was fine, I've made one before. It's time consuming, but hey, it's pie.
I must say, there is something inherently competitive about pie. If I made a so-so casserole, no one would care. But pie is supposed to be the essence of joy. There are harrowing contests held of this joy. I am an amateur, and it felt like a problem.
I finished the damn thing at 12:30 am last night. Doug was nice about it, he said we could just bring some cheese and crackers and be done with it. But really, for me, that would be admitting defeat. You don't say, "I was going to bring you joy-essence, but I ran out of time and brought a cracker plate."
I dreamt of that pie, and all the horrible things that could still go wrong. I was relieved when I checked on it this morning that it's okay, just not as pretty as some other ones I made. But I guess baking tired is like baking drunk, it's not your best work.
PS: Doug wanted me to let everyone know that he's wonderful.
I must say, there is something inherently competitive about pie. If I made a so-so casserole, no one would care. But pie is supposed to be the essence of joy. There are harrowing contests held of this joy. I am an amateur, and it felt like a problem.
I finished the damn thing at 12:30 am last night. Doug was nice about it, he said we could just bring some cheese and crackers and be done with it. But really, for me, that would be admitting defeat. You don't say, "I was going to bring you joy-essence, but I ran out of time and brought a cracker plate."
I dreamt of that pie, and all the horrible things that could still go wrong. I was relieved when I checked on it this morning that it's okay, just not as pretty as some other ones I made. But I guess baking tired is like baking drunk, it's not your best work.
PS: Doug wanted me to let everyone know that he's wonderful.