I was asking tongue-in-cheek last week, but since I dragged y’all into my pie quandary I figured you deserved a resolution.
This week I will make at least 3 pies. Pumpkin almost doesn’t count because it’s a given. And I’m making it in the worst way possible–with canned pumpkin.
In a nod to my homeland and heritage, Pie #2 is going to be a Hoosier Sugar Cream. All you Southerners enjoy a pale imitation of this one called Chess Pie. Both are Desperation Pies, made with whatever was on hand when the fruit runs out. Chess Pie (which the Midwesterners generally call Vinegar Pie) has less milk, no cream and adds vinegar and cornmeal. Since I won’t be in Indiana for the holiday, I figured making an Indiana pie seems to be a good way to meld my two homes.
Pie #3 is Caramel Pecan. Why? Because I would walk across a pit of writhing vampires for a Rolo. Caramel is my great weakness. And this pie is just a big ol’ slab of caramel with some nuts on top.
I really wanted to do a fruit pie of some sort, but there isn’t any rhubarb to be found for love or money. My husband insists that apple pies are for summer only and I find most berry pies a slightly terrifying experience. I can’t eat them without feeling like I’m dining on eyeballs.
Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go unwrap 36 caramels.