I just had my first mad scientist moment.

I made a plum pie last night and it was flippin' awesome. It's gone now. Just me and Chris in one day.


I know I've been slacking about the blog. I'm sorry. It just isn't holding my interest. I'm even a week or so on pies. It's too hard to come up with new things I haven't made before.
But I'm here to talk about that Plum Pie. Nice and tart, not too sweet, crisp and moist in all the right places. SO DELICIOUS

But it was pretty runny; the filling didn't really hold itself together. As a result, it was hard to cut and serve, and as time passed, the streusel top lost a lot of its crisp. We talked about how to try to fix that each time we ate a slice and in the moments after while we reveled in the yum. One thought was that the plums were overripe and therefore too wet with juice. Or, that the recipe's ambiguity (it calls for four cups or one and a half pounds of plums. we measured both ways and it was about two pounds at four cups, so we just went with that) lead us to make a mistake. So as we devoured it, we devised a series of tests for this recipe. As we ate the final slices and I considered how many plums to buy, I threw my head back and laughed. Loudly.

I think I may have put a streak of white through my hair.

Needless to say, I'm excited about my new project.