I’ve never been much of a dessert guy. In fact, I’m the pain in the ass who orders the sorbet when the table has agreed to share a bunch. Call it indifference, call in lunacy: I just don’t get excited about cakes and pastries. And maybe the least exciting of them all, pies have never been a source of my cravings. And I know how nuts that sounds. How could anyone not like pie!?
I think after this weekend I should really re-sculpt my argument.
I take no claim on these pies (seen above). In fact the only role I played in this story, was that of the devourer. But Em’s aunt, who makes a mean pie, offered up a raspberry peach and a red hot and apple version that I found myself obsessed with; particularly the raspberry peach. And on top of these two, Nikki whipped up a Jamie Oliver blackberry and apple pie! Her crust was a bit more “cookie-like” which was just up my alley.
If only we had some sorbet!