Craziness. That is all my life consists of right now. I'm seriously so scattered and tattered at the edges, it's ridiculous. Then again, I guess that's what I get for having the following all occurring in the very near future:
- two midterms. Have I mentioned how long it's been since I even took a test?
- one lab writeup. For which I have no clue how to do the data analysis.
- two proposals. Which would be done if collaborators would get back to me...
- fiance's bachelor party. Because every fiancee bakes a cake for these events, assembles breakfast for the guys, picks them up from the bars, etc, right? Right?!?
- epic cake baking. 16-8" cakes, 2-4" cakes. This is going to be awesome, and not just due to the 50+ eggs and 5 lbs of chocolate.
- manicure. I guess that's a normal pre-wedding thing? Hmm...
- wedding and all the related events. Nuff said.
And in the meantime, I just want to curl up with a book, a mug of tea, and an adorable kitten. I just have this feeling that if I had enough self-belief and willpower, I'd be able to make everything else just pouf! disappear.
That makes comfort food the perfect thing to have around. And if you know me or the fiance, you'd know - pumpkin pie is our thing. For serious. Pumpkin pie is serious, serious business here. Growing up, my mom would make two pies - one for me, one for my family. I finished mine before the other three members of the family finished theirs. For both of us, pumpkin pie is an all-meals sort of food. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert... little wedges for snacks throughout the day... Perfection.
So when I mentioned that I was making caramel pumpkin pie, there was a bit of trepidation. You don't mess with perfection. And perfection = Libby's. Libby's pumpkin, Libby's pumpkin pi recipe. Anything else is blasphemy. But this is TWD. Yeah, the group of which I've been a member for nearly three years - I can't skip it! Thus, my solution - little baked pots of caramel pumpkin custard. Because if it doesn't look like pumpkin pie, we won't require it to taste exactly like Libby's. Yeah, we play mind games on ourselves. Totally works.
The result? Deep, dark, complex and caramelly pumpkin custard. Not our standard, but definitely delicious. The texture was unbelievable, and while the burnt caramel notes were a surprise, they were worth it. The fiance even said that he'd like it in pie form. I, on the other hand, have a nice little stockpile of Libby's pumpkin just screaming out for my favorite pumpkin pie. It's fall, after all, and I deserve it.
Last Week: Foldover Pear Torte
Next Week: All-American, All-Delicious Apple Pie