Tina had a Superbowl get-together last weekend, which I was excited to attend for 1) spending time with my BFF and 2) eating tasty food. Walking to Tina and Ben’s apartment is no joke (Thank you, Nob Hill.), and it happened to be a warm weekend. My coolest apparel option was a dress, so I showed up totally overdressed to a football-viewing event.
Also, upping the twee factor of this whole scenario, I brought the sweater I’m working on for Jessica.
My contribution to the food spread (wings! ribs! chips and guac! Chinese buns!) was a tin of chocolate chip cookies made from the recipe in Hand Made Baking. This might be my favorite baking cookbook. I’ve made several things from it, and everything has been delicious. The recipes are pretty simple and traditional, but they all turn out delicious–like your idea of what a good chocolate chip cookie should be. In case you’re wondering, these are the perfect blend of crisp and chewy, appealing to both camps of cookie enthusiasts.
Also on Sunday, I made the ridiculously poor decision to bake a pie after we walked back from Tina’s. I had prepped the crust in advance and set about making and baking the filling when we returned. You know what’s never a good idea? TRYING TO MAKE PIE CRUST WHEN YOU ARE TIRED. Rolling out pie crust is just, well, the worst.
The pie turned out pretty ugly; the word that comes to mind when I look at this photo is “sinister.”
Because of the major crack in the crust, I assumed that I had over-baked it, but by that time, it was time for me to go the fuck to sleep and stop caring. When I finally fell asleep, I had dream about the pie being an overcooked and chalky.
(I woke up refreshed and ready to start the week, but that damn pie came back to haunt me. Turns out, my arms, though I have started lifting, are not happy about carrying a Pyrex dish filled with chocolate pie on my mile-walk to work. I was also so preoccupied with remembering the pie that I forgot to grab my stylish work flats, so I was walking around the office in running shoes all day.)
Anyway, the pie was actually made with love to celebrate Eyal’s birthday, which was worth a lot of the incidental rage. Several of us furnished pie and fixin’s for the event, and it was a success! I used the lessons learned in my and Kayla’s cake decorating class to write “¡30!” on the pies. (I don’t know…Spanish?)
boy man seemed pretty tickled and surprised when we burst into his fake meeting with balloons, pie, and ice cream. It’s one of the things I really like about my job — we often surprise each other for birthdays and bring in baked goods to share, just to be nice. (And also, donuts if we break things…)
And, in case you were wondering, the chocolate pie was totally delicious and not overcooked. Thanks to everyone who listened to me rant about the whole experience (Mom, Hus-friend, Jay, Steve, Maggie, Amira, Kim, anyone who follows me on Twitter, everyone who was in shouting distance of my desk….)!
In unrelated news, check out this fortune I got recently:
What do you think the small lucky package will be? I just traded in my old Kindle, but I already know that’s coming. I hope the aforementioned package is a surprise!