Because the season had aired right before finals, etc., Michael and I missed a few episodes toward the end, and even though ABC aired the last few episodes this summer at a ridiculously inconvenient and un-prime time, Michael and I made a joint decision not to watch them until we could watch everything all in a row and bask in the sheer romance and whimsy of it all.
(Because we are very most especially gooey and sentimental and also swoon-ish like that.)
Anyway, every time I watch Pushing Daisies, I get the urge to make pie. In a dress and heels. And this time, I had SUCH a hankering for a peach pie made with fresh peaches. Why the need for fresh? Well, probably because it smells so good my eyes actually close when I walk past the peach and nectarine section at the market every week. And while I’ve been popping nectarines like they were grapes this summer, I hadn’t actually had a peach yet.
It was time. After a lot of research, I put together this little baby. After one bite, Michael turned to me and said “this would be SO good with a few toasted pecan bits in it.” After one bite, I agreed. If you’re not into pecans, feel free to leave them out. I just think it would be incredible. (I also had a short fantasy about how amazing it would be with homemade caramel pecan ice cream to go with it, but that’s another story.)
It was good pie. Probably not The World’s Very Most Especially Best Peach Pie Ever, but I loved it. A lot. And felt quaint and whimsical with my oven mitts, holding the warm pie at the table with my eyes closed while I smelled it.
Pie makes the world go ’round.Print