There’s No Justice in Pies

Alright readers.  I confess.  I have been a bad, bad Asian.  Maybe even a Bsian.  I have neglected you and that just isn’t right.  But I’m back, and with a tale of injustice so gripping it is sure to vaunt me back into your good graces.

It should be clear from the start of this tragic tale that I recognize my role in all of this.  I do.  I take full responsibility for my actions.  I appeal instead to a higher order, a more universal justice, to right this grievous wrong.

Ok.  So Yuan, for reasons which are not important here, was recently going through another rash of giving away his stuff.  He does this every now and then.  Seriously, like half my movie collection is Yuan’s.  The Princess and her wuzzband bought his Wii for $75 and it came with a free car.  Not gonna lie, these purges of his are pretty awesome.

So Yuan asked me if I wanted his blue pie plate.  Not remembering him having any pie plates, because he doesn’t make pies, I assume it’s one of those blue Pyrex things, because why would he have a nice pie plate if he doesn’t make pies?  I’ve got plenty of Pyrex pie plates, so I decline – I’ve already got his whole stereo and a bunch of other stuff, so I figure I’ll share the wealth.

A few days later I was over at Yuan’s, and saw a little pile of stuff he’d set aside for the Princess.  On top of it is this lovely deep-dish blue enameled pie plate with fluted edges…..and my world comes crashing down around me, like a wave of ice water full of stinging hornets.  F@%#!!!!  THIS IS THE BLUE PIE PLATE?? I TOTALLY want this pie plate!  And Princess gets it now??  She doesn’t even make pies!! Ohhhhhhhh how gorgeous my pies would look in such a classic vessel!  It even matches my other bakeware!  I mean, imagine what THIS would look like in if it was in a nice pie plate….

Lattice-top blueberry pie, made only because I love to make pies

Or this…..look at how the plain old pie plate is making the whole thing look just a little sad…also let’s note that I made another pie.

Apple pie

With delicious streusel top

How many pies has Princess made over the last 6, maybe 7 months?  NARY A ONE.  She did send me a picture of a casserole she’d made in the pie plate.  I cried that night, readers, tears of fury and indignation…  Ok, not really, but come ON!

So now, of course, the Princess won’t relinquish the damn thing.  She just cackles and promises that she’ll will it to me.  Knowing her that girl’s gonna outlive me just for spite!  Everyone, of course, thinks this is hilaaaaaaarious, and they just looooooove to taunt me about the blue pie plate.

IT WILL BE MINE!  Mark my words, readers, it will be mine.

Except that I was up at the Princess’ place this weekend and was fully planning to steal it, and then forgot.  Sigh.

Thanksgiving 2010!

Another year, another turkey day!!  This year, we had a mix of old friends and family out in Davis for a super cozy holiday.  We had nine people sleeping in our tiny house, including my in-laws, who  along with Adam, provided us with lots of wine, and Little Miss’s baby brother, who is far from a baby.  Yuan was relegated to the unfinished basement.  Well, he volunteered I suspect because he was afraid that I would draw on him while he was asleep.  Thanksgiving is a well-oiled machine of sorts, as long as we don’t get distracted or have too much wine early in the day.  Little Miss declared that we did not need to menu plan and after some coordination on the shopping list and turkey transport,  Yuan, Little Miss and I threw together a holiday feast.  We have become somewhat set in our ways as our must-haves (mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, brussel sprouts with bacon, sausage stuffing, and turkey) have taken over the menu, making it hard for us to add new items.

Little Miss came out on Tuesday and we spent a day making desserts.  This year, we revisited the pumpkin cheesecake, tried the Normandy apple tart recipe from Dorie Greenspan’s Baking book, and made a pecan pie.  We had never tried the pecan pie, and the results were semi successful – how does one not burn the crust?!?  Tasted yummy though.

This year, my cousin Nozomi, who goes to college on the east coast, came out for Thanksgiving.  Having grown up in Japan, she was deprived of Thanksgiving for the first fifteen years of her life and ever since first experiencing this wonderous food holiday seven years ago, it is her favorite!  Which is not surprising since we are related and she too loves food – she can eat an entire fish down to the bone, eyeballs and all.  This was also her first trip to California and she kept asking me if we could go see the “Full House bridge!”  Nozo inexplicably loves tiny marshmallows, and as soon as she arrived she demanded we make that “orange marshmellow thing,” so we did.

We had two turkeys this year for variety and it turned out great!  Everything cooked faster and we got to experiment.  Ms. Turkey was smoked by Yuan on the grill all afternoon and Mr. Turkey was roasted in the oven after spending the night in the fridge covered in a tangerine salt rub then rubbed with a herb tangerine peel butter.  Mr. Turkey is on the left and Ms. Turkey (smoked) is on the right.  The turkey couple here in somewhat compromising positions…

They later worked it out and looked and tasted amazing on the table.

Yuan made a sauteed mushroom medley that Adam couldn’t keep his grubby fingers out of.

Nozo’s Thanksgiving dinner plate.  And yes, she ate ALL of it.

And while I never got a chance to sharpee Yuan, I did manage to give him a gorgeous sparkly hot pink pedicure while he was in a wine stupor on the floor.  Sooo pretty!

And Nozo got to visit her “Full House” bridge.