Sometimes making too much pie can make a girl wistful; wistful for the days of chocolate chip cookies, sour cream chocolate Bundt cakes, plum crisps and blueberry cobblers. In these very quiet, relatively pie-free January weeks, I’ve been listening to that voice from the past and making more homey treats.
When we flew to L.A. early on Thanksgiving morning to visit the CurvyMama parents, we never imagined that the sun would set on the biggest pie holiday of the year without our having set eye–or teeth–on even one slice of pie. But that’s what happened. The three smiling people above are the collective face of an amazing pie journey that began with shock and sadness–a pie-less Thanksgiving? Really??–and ended in a happy feast made possible by a massive gush of sympathe
I couldn’t help it. I tried to come home from work and relax, do a few things around the house, curl up with a good book. But the zucchini was calling me, with its thin, whiny voice, from the refrigerator. Okay, I thought, I can resist that skinny-ass zucchini. It was when the avocado chimed in that I lost all hope. Okay, forget it! I give up! I said, throwing down my book in disgust and dragging myself off the couch. I’ll bake something! Just be quiet! What, you say? Bake some
Wedding pie? Absolutely! That’s what lovebirds Lindsday Steedman and Arkadiy Naumov thought when they asked me to bake pies for their wedding here in Maryland last summer. And now their gorgeous event–and our pies!–are featured in Washingtonian magazine! Check out the beautiful day that Lindsay and Arkadiy created. I’m thrilled that CurvyMama was able to play a delicious little part in it.
From New York City www.bubbys.com Loyal readers already know that CurvyMama aims to bring you reports on the best pie-eating experiences from all points of the globe. She and her Pie Posse have already reported from four time zones. Here is our latest installment on the various bits of pie heaven we find. This report is the second from CurvyMama’s bestest boyfriend, Don, whose intrepid pie reporting has already brought us mouthwatering narrative from Hawaii. Here we find him in the Big App
It was a two-pie-by day here in CurvyMama land. I’ve been wanting to show my appreciation for special souls in my life, and I’ve been making a good deal of cherry pie lately. So it was only natural to put those two things together.
For some reason I can’t quite fathom, cherry pie has become CurvyMama’s signature pie. Don’t get me wrong: I adore a nice tart cherry pie, and I love it when other people adore one, too. I love making my cherry pie and serving it. Maybe you associate it with CurvyMama Pies because it looks so damn sexy in photos on the homepage of my website. Maybe it’s the lattice crust, or the deep-red oozy cherries, that makes people feel suddenly flirtatious.
From Wailea, Maui MonkeyPod Kitchen When we first started out, CurvyMama promised you a series of reports from pie shops around the country. Here is another installment in our quest to provide you with pie guidance everywhere you go. We’ve now reported to you from four time zones. And we will carry on with all the fortitude and bravery this job requires! Today we have a review from one of the members of CurvyMama’s Pie Posse. He also happens to be CurvyMama’s bestest boyf
I am a devoted avocado lover. But I admit that I was thrown for a loop when pie sister Beth Howard asked me to make an avocado pie for her. Avocado pie? Like a sweet avocado pie? Yup.
