Speaking of Heaven and Hell, I should tell you about the pie that my daughter and I ate tonight. Wow.
Today we shopped at Whole Foods for the groceries we used to make tonight’s awesome dinner. Rosemary roasted chicken, green beans with sauteed shallots and brown rice. I really enjoy cooking and she loves learning how with my help. It’s one of the things we really enjoy doing together. Wholesome and heart warming yes, but let’s get back to the pie.
While crossing perfectly innocent things off the list we came across an apple pie in the baked goods section that was a must-have for dessert. We don’t get to eat things like this very often. She has a deadly peanut allergy and most store-bought baked goods these days make a blanket statement about the risk about cross-contamination. Eat at your own risk basically. Allergen info was very clearly marked on this pie, however, and there was nothing to be concerned about. We jumped at the chance and took it home. This was the real deal folks. I don’t know how many calories per slice it has and I don’t care. Real shortening used to make the crust and all the other details that make an awesome apple pie.
While necessity may be the mother of invention, serendipity is often the author of bliss. We had a cup of heavy cream left over from the last time she was in Atlanta. It would expire before our next time together. Perfect excuse. After the pie was warmed in the oven I brought out the Kitchen Aid and we whipped the cream into the genuine good stuff. Not Kool Whip, not Ready Whip, not any whip. Whipped cream.
Do you like ice cream on warm apple pie? I do – and let me tell you – that’s nothing compared to what we tasted tonight. One slice of that pie loaded up with a big glop of fresh whipped cream surely exceeds all the glory of heaven. The big problem with that fact is this – having already tasted paradise I’m now left with far less incentive to behave well in this life. So should you ever be disappointed in me know this: I blame the pie.
