Easy As Pie
It’s my mom’s birthday!
I made her a pie.
We watched the movie Waitress together last weekend and got to talking about pie. Her favourite is coconut cream pie, so I promised her one for her birthday.
I’d kind of forgotten how hard making a pie is.
Not “hard” per se. Just… active.
You see, I spent two days in bed this week. I spend an increased amount of time in bed because of the chemotherapy anyway, but it’s rare that I’ll spend whole days in bed. Usually I like to do a couple activities every day, but between headaches, near-fainting spells, and overall feelings of crumminess, I just couldn’t.
So when I woke up feeling good again on Wednesday, this pie became my goal.
I set out to walk to the grocery store to buy pie supplies in the name of exercise. Twenty minutes each way, not including time spent wandering the greeting card aisle (I just can’t stop).
I overestimated my stamina that day. I was done before the pie even began.
When I told my mom I’d make her a coconut cream pie, the idea of pie crust + coconutty stuff + whipped cream seemed super simple. But as I frantically whisked the filling, while timers went off around flour and egg shells, I realized I’d been horribly wrong.
I blame Emeril Lagasse. And his Best Ever Coconut Cream Pie recipe.
Why must I get sucked in to anything with “Best Ever” in the title??
In the end however, it’s still worth it to give my mom something she will love for her birthday. And I don’t just mean the pie.
I mean the fact the pie happened in my father’s kitchen, and not hers.
Love ya mom!