National Pie Day, Smoothies, and Liver

Friday was National Pie Day, but LV wanted us to come meet him for dinner. That didn't leave Scrappy and I enough time to pick a pie recipe, shop for ingredients, and make a pie. She and I went shopping and put off the baking until the next day.

Scrappy picked the Chocolate Bar Pie recipe, which doesn't actually get baked. It's made of melted chocolate bars, melted marshmallows, heavy whipping cream, and... that's it. You end up with a kind of mousse that you scrape into a pie dish and freeze for 8 hours. The crust is baked concoction of chopped walnuts, butter and sugar, but really all you taste is chocolate.

After all the hours of waiting, she said it was her favorite pie.

Seeing as the food processor was already out and now needed to be washed (I had used it chop the walnuts), I thought it would be best to try out how well it made smoothies. This is frozen cherries and frozen peaches with not enough milk.

Why stop there? I had read liver was a really good source of iron, but there were only two recipes for liver in the cookbook I like: liver pâté or liver and onions. I went with liver pâté. All seemed to be going well, and it tasted all right while it was still warm (cooked in the skillet and then puréed), but a pound of liver is just too much.

Extra Crispy

LV once raved about some Shake-n-Bake potato wedges he had many years ago, so any time we have a bag of potatoes in the house I feel compelled to make something like that. Usually I put the wedges in the oven and wonder why they still taste raw 30 minutes later. This time, I thought I should give them more than 30 minutes--more like 45. What came out were burnt and dried up husks that vaguely tasted like potatoes. That big glob of ketchup was to help me avoid throwing them all in the garbage. LV claimed the potato wedges tasted good. I think the steak was much better.

Burnt Rice

I got really wrapped up in updating my portfolio site and completely forgot about the water boiling on the stove. It occurred to me that I should probably add more water to the pot now that so much had been converted to steam, but I decided not to. A small silly voice in the back of my head said the rice would absorb the water faster if there were less water to absorb.

LV is never allowed to complain about how bad his rice is ever again. This was sooooo bad. White rice just shouldn't be brown and crunchy.

The broccoli was fine. (Though, not if you ask Scrappy.) The pork was better. (She brushed it with BBQ sauce before we broiled it.)

I don't think Scrappy ate dinner that night because she helped make it so much as she just needed to eat something that wasn't junk food. Her class trip to a baseball game that day turned into a parade of chips, pretzels,and popcorn followed by ice cream after school. (I was willing to get water for all those kids, but not Dippin'Dots. I still wanted ice cream after school.)