I never counted on Pie Fatigue setting in.
Besides being a little tired of eating my test pies, I'm having trouble staying motivated and have grown a little irritated with some of my so-called taste testers.
Mooches, more like it.
The last time I took a pie to work, it was devoured in hours, but a disproportionate number of evaluations were completed. I was left with an empty pie plate and not enough research data.
This ain't no free ride, baby.
Disheartened, my pie production has ground to a near-halt.
For a bake sale at my kid's school, instead of making a prize-worthy pie, burned out and pressed for time, I opted for store-bought bakery.
I browsed the pie section and found several poor excuses for pie:
Disgusted, I meandered over to the cookie aisle and settled on a few dozen iced beauties instead.
I did manage to eek out a pie for Easter. I tried that vodka pie dough recipe. As promised, it yielded an ubber tender crust, but was a bitch to roll out and crimp (super sticky). And, truthfully, the pie -- Raspberry-Apple -- tasted less than impressive on my weary palate.
I need a boost.
Maybe I need to taste some truly kick-ass pie to regain my motivation. To give me something to aspire to. To end this slump.
Maybe I need a kick-ass pie to, well, give me a kick in the ass.
Funny how my research phase was spent in the library -- and not out eating truly great pie.
So will an aggressive pie tasting campaign end this bout with Pie Fatigue?
Man, I hope so.
