I made the Strawberry Rhubarb Pie from Smitten Kitchen on Wednesday night. If you jump to the original post, she starts out talking about how "Pies smell fear." There is definitely something to this. I've also believed once or twice that I could pass energy through food I cooked a la "Like Water for Chocolate" (one of my all-time favorite movies). Somewhere in between those two truths, I was hoping my first attempt at pie crust would smell less like fear and taste more like bliss.
It worked. As of this morning, only 30% of the pie remains and the pie's person hasn't had breakfast yet. Two nights in a row of pie, wine and Battlestar Galactica.
On a related note, I am so content right now, it could be unnerving. But I'm too content to be unnerved so instead I'm just grateful. James Taylor concert at Ravinia tonight and we're bringing tzatziki and 7& Sevens.
And in case you were wondering, summer has come to the Greater Chicago area.