Tomorrow's Forecrust: Baking.
Due to an overwhelmingly positive response on twitter, I'm reposting here what I plan to do tomorrow.
Tomorrow I am making an apple pie.
A pie is an accumulation of flour, butter spices and fruit that is so much more than the sum of its parts it's ridiculous.
Yep, there's nothing more satisfying than making a pie. Except perhaps making a baby. And I guess we can all agree that a baby pie therefore would be immensely satisfying. However I think as I'm not ready for heterosexual intercourse or prison at this point in my life, tomorrow I will make an apple pie, and no more.
The recipe, you ask? I'm going to post that tomorrow, giddy on the success of piemaking, in order that none of the greedy bastards that read this journal steal it and beat me to the punch.
Sometimes I forget what terrible people my friends are.