Ha!! Ok ok, I know the lyrics are “Someone left the cake out in the rain…” But since I made pie, I thought I would change it up a bit.
I almost wish someone did leave the pie out in the rain. It was horrible. Like, icky!! I would throw it away except Michael assures me it isn’t as bad as I think. Well, it is. He’s just being nice.
He loves coconut cream pie. We even had that as our wedding “cake” alongside traditional wedding cake. I make one every year, at least once a year. It’s a nice pick me up for him if he’s having a bad day, or just to surprise him. But I usually make the same recipe, and ho hum, after 20 years, it could use a little shake up. So I found a new recipe and off I went. Well, sort of.
I don’t mind saying that I love to bake and I’m pretty good at it. I make a mean cheesecake, many favors, very yummy. I make them for friends and have taken to selling them too. So if you want a cheesecake, give me a shout. I can do cookies, cakes, fudge, caramel, truffles, petit fours, whatever. If it’s baking, I can do it. I enjoy it. It’s pretty therapeutic for me. Everything is precise to make it work properly and I love that. Cooking is a pinch of this, a dash of that, or the worse thing ever….”when it looks right” What the heck does that mean? How am I supposed to know what it looks like!???
So anyway, with my baking prowess ready to go, I jumped into the new recipe. It even involved a coconut crust instead of the usual pastry crust. While that was baking, I made the filling, some coconut, eggs, vanilla, cream, a few secret ingredients and voila, ready to pour into the crust. Except it didn’t seem thick enough. Hmmm. Well, into the fridge where I’m sure it will set up wonderfully.
As I got it out to serve, it still appeared wobbly, and not set. I managed to spread some whipped topping on it, still jiggly. I tried to cut it, and I knew instantly, this was going to be a disaster. The crust wouldn’t cut. Then it wouldn’t come out of the pie pan. Then the filling just oozed. Oozed everywhere. So now we have coconut crust stuck to the pie pan, oozing filling running everywhere, me yelling OH NO OH NO, OH NOOOO as it glopped onto the plate.
He still ate it. Said it tasted wonderful. Said it didn’t matter that it looked like some kind of runny pudding on a plate. That’s what a good husband would do. Not one comment negative. But I also learned a valuable lesson. If you have something that is tried and true, don’t mess with it. Just because something looks pretty and shiny and new, doesn’t mean that’s better than what you have and what you depend on. So keep the faded old recipe in favor of a new one. The new one isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be.