||[Jan. 5th, 2009|08:26 am]
Last summer I discovered a type of blueberry called "Ivanhoe". So delicious! They are sweet like a blueberry should be, with a hint of underlying tartness and spiciness. I bought more than my family could eat fresh in anticipation of the blueberry muffins, blueberry pancakes and blueberry pies I knew we would want during these long, cold winter months.|
On New Year's Day, I made a pie. O! The anticipation! We'd been waiting for this pie since summer, after all.
It was the worst pie, ever. The sugar didn't cook, the pie interior didn't thicken, and after a short time, the crust sogged itself back down into the filling. The filling was a runny, sugar-gritty mess that was nowhere near what a pie filling should be.
Like Clark in that scene in Christmas Vacation when the lights should have lit up, but didn't, I stood there and stared at my pie in extravagant puzzlement.
All the bulbs were screwed into the strands, all the light strands were connected to one another. All the ingredients were there and accounted for and in the correct measure, the pie was cooked at the proper temperature and for the right length of time. So where did it all go wrong?
Of course, that pie used up nearly all of my store of those frozen berries, so now there's just enough of them left for maybe one more set of pancakes. Thus, I feel the loss of the pie doubly: not only did we fail to get the pie we've been so looking for, but in addition the berries that have worked so well in other contexts are no longer there.
I'm waiting for that Eureka! moment where someone will realize the lights weren't plugged into the socket, and eagerly await the solving of this mystery. Any ideas on where it all went wrong? Could it be the beloved berries?