I am reading Ducks, Newburyport by Lucy Ellman. Because… why not? The fact that I don’t know how to run the TV by remote control, working remotely, TV is a wasteland, waist, waistcoat, pandemic weight, weight gain, wait, the fact that I can’t be bothered to make a decision of what to watch on TV, too many choices, select, choose, too many, tomb any, the fact that I just don’t care, that I’m overwhelmed by the choices, that when I go to a huge grocery store with aisles of canned vegetables, with shelf upon shelf, long lengths of shelf devoted just to tomato sauce choices, I can’t select, how can anyone choose, give me a small store any day, the fact that I prefer a quiet place to read, the fact that the only way to have a quiet place to read, to read Ducks, Newburyport, is to NOT have the TV on, and once the TV goes on, I can’t read.
(The main character bakes pie…)
Friday, May 8, is Coconut Cream Pie Day. Hey, I don’t set these days. I only bake the pies. Well, when I can. I always WANT TO. Wednesday, May 13, is Apple Pie Day.
For the 8th, I’m thinking about making this even though it isn’t titled a pie. I think I can make it count as pie. I don’t own a spring form pan. I know, right? WHA? WHY?! I can’t answer that. I just don’t have one.
I’m drinking Dingle Gin. So much for Dry Mondays.
Then I thought, “Hey, I wonder if I can find some kind of apple and coconut pie together…”, I searched and found this: Apple Pie with Coconut Cream
It… sounds complicated.
I made a blueberry pie last Tuesday. It was Blueberry Pie Day.