it's not just for breakfast any more!

Guys, I really like pie. I don't know if I have talked about my deep and abiding love for pie on the blog before, but now you know. In college I used to make my roommate who had a car (I didn't) take me to Bakers Square ALL THE TIME to get a big slice of triple-berry pie, warmed up, with ice cream and triple-berry sauce. And if they forgot the triple-berry sauce all hell would break loose. Generally I'm not much of a hell-raiser at restaurants -- I'll eat whatever they bring me even if it's wrong (except for that other time at Bakers Square where I ordered the rhyming Fajita Pita and they brought me shrimp cocktail sauce instead of salsa). But the triple-berry sauce was important. Also, it may be telling that I have about eight dollars in my checking account and will be living on rice, beans, and baked potatoes until my next paycheck a week from now, but I have all the ingredients for pie in my kitchen. Including the ice cream. Priorities, people.

Anyway, one of the best things about the house Nate and I are renting is that there are huge raspberry bushes all along the fence, both red and black. I think they used to get trimmed regularly, but the first time the landlady tried to trim them I put a stop to that right away, and now the bushes are more or less taking over the yard. It's fabulous. I already got one pie out of them before I left for Vermont last Thursday, but when I got back on Tuesday night they had exploded. You can pretty much hold your bowl out and shake the bush and instantly have enough for a pie. So many berries have fallen off the bushes that my dog leaves raspberry-juice pawprints in the kitchen when he comes in from outside. Wednesday night I picked berries until I couldn't stand it any more, leaving millions and millions still there. Thursday night I baked a pie (instead of riding my bike) and put the rest of the berries in the refrigerator. There could easily be two more pies before the weekend is over. And no, they are not for you. I am not going to tell you where I live.

On a related note, I am REALLY FAT right now. I weigh the same as I weighed in JANUARY, which even noncyclists know is not a good month for fitting into your pants. The difference is that in January nobody expects you to pedal your big ass up hills at top speed.

I'll start my diet after pie season raspberry season, though.


Blogger jAndy donka-donk said...

I feel ya......

but when does Indian Buffet season end? And Sushi season? And Super Quesadilla season.......

I am in trouble......

7/07/2006 2:21 PM  
Anonymous Mom said...

I am SO jealous! We have about 6 blackberry plants left (they used to OWN our 3.6-acre property) and apparently NO black raspberries. The price of letting all those lovely shade trees grow to maturity. I don't think there will be any pies here this year (unless there are still some bags of fruit left in the freezer....).

Good thing Dylan doesn't eat them off the bush!

What a lovely coincidence -- my verification word is PORKIIK.

7/07/2006 3:35 PM  
Blogger Gilby said...

You are not fat. I'm sure you are just working on your "track build". And you know what that means....no hills!

7/07/2006 3:39 PM  
Blogger Matt said...

Having just done my wife the favor of buying 28 pounds of strawberries and 5 pounds of raspberries from a pick yer own place, she discovered that you can make and freeze pies for later use. The key apparently is not to cook them. Also, paint the inside of the crust with egg whites. We have 3 or 4 strawberry-rhubarb pies in the freezer now, hoping like hell this works when we pull 'em out and bake 'em this winter.

7/07/2006 3:52 PM  
Anonymous Mom said...

Better start saving your pennies for a chest freezer!

7/07/2006 4:13 PM  
Blogger annie said...

Mom, you have seen my kitchen. Where am I going to put a chest freezer? No, I will eat the pies. Every last one of them. Even if it kills me, because at least it will be death by pie, and that's a pretty good way to go.

7/07/2006 4:18 PM  
Blogger bbElf (a.k.a. panda) said...

This is just the post I've been looking for. In the last three weeks I've been harassed no fewer than four times for wanting "paiy" (a la Cartman) as though I were the only person in the world who likes pie. So good...

7/07/2006 4:46 PM  
Blogger X Bunny said...

i wanna bake a pie

that's it

i'm finding some fresh fruit

might be a little harder finding the time but it's gotta be done

7/07/2006 5:42 PM  
Anonymous Mom said...

Well, yes, I did wonder where you'd put it -- maybe on the front porch?

7/07/2006 6:36 PM  
Anonymous annie's brother said...

Yeah, of COURSE you stop pruning the berry bushes just as soon as I get a job I DON'T drive through St. Paul to get to. As Mom said, we barely have enough bushes left on the property for nibbling, let alone making pies. Hell, I'd settle for licking the juice off Dylan's paws.

7/07/2006 6:46 PM  
Blogger annie said...

David dearest, you've never been here in July anyway. But you're on notice for next year. Mid July is the time to visit.

I think I would put the freezer in the basement. Then I could also hide dead bodies in it, because giant freezers in the basement are rather sinister no matter how many pies you fill them with.

7/07/2006 8:52 PM  
Blogger annie said...

And Matt, I'm having a hard time picturing 28 pounds of strawberries in one place... how much space does that take up?

7/07/2006 8:53 PM  
Blogger Shawn Kielty said...

I - oh -- you're killing me -- now I have to find a place with pies. Man. I really miss huckleberries. and huckleberry pie ... The only fruit I ever see here in AZ are oranges. Can you make pie from oranges? Orange merengue? Never heard of it.

7/08/2006 3:14 PM  
Anonymous annie's brother said...

Prickly pear cactus has some edible parts. Maybe the fruit makes good pie?

7/08/2006 4:10 PM  
Anonymous annie's brother said...

This was one of the first things to come up on google. I'll be living in southern NM for a few months here, maybe I'll have to try that.

7/08/2006 4:13 PM  
Blogger Eclectchick said...

YUM!!!!! We had the same explosion this year, but with (ho hum) mulberries. Downside: not nearly as delicious or pie-worthy; upside: not pawprint-causing (just had carpets cleaned, so a VERY good thing).

Love the family blog participation. Awwwwww. :-D

7/08/2006 4:58 PM  
Blogger Gordy said...

Make believe the extra pounds are all the muscle you've put on while training and racing without pie season?

7/08/2006 9:51 PM  
Blogger Squirrel said...

Annie now I want a black berry (short for black rasberry)pie:) Teri and I have been picking berries for the last week and a half, although they aren't in the backyard. We bought some strawberries at $6.99lb...holy ba jesus, after reading matts picking of 28lbs I hope they're cheaper if your picken'm:) Its Sunday and I will find a blackberry pie today.

Peace and good luck with yer diet:)

7/09/2006 6:04 AM  
Blogger annie said...

Squirrel, don't confuse people who don't live in black raspberry country, they might think they are the same thing as blackberries! (They're not. Black raspberries are much better.)

When I was a kid I always felt gypped by the mulberry tree too. They LOOK tasty, but they aren't! What's that about?

7/09/2006 9:11 AM  
Blogger Eclectchick said...

SO true!! Black raspberries are the best berry around!! They're sumpin' special.

Yeah, mulberries are okay tasting, but definitely a gyp. I do often see my husband out in the backyard picking and eating bunches of them. He looks like a big old bear, gorging itself.

7/09/2006 12:50 PM  
Anonymous annie's brother said...

Wanna know what's really soul-crushing? Reaching your new temporary house in Barstow, CA, and finding that the white mulberries growing in the back yard aren't even as good as black mulberries from around here. That summer, Barstow replaced Terre Haute as the closest place I've ever been to hell. Even the mulberries were a disappointment.

But hey, there's a spring-lined creek a day's drive north, and the blackberries growing along it are far sweeter than the Midwestern variety. More important, they're thick enough that you can stand in one place and gorge yourself stupid in one sitting. I guess that makes up for Barstow.

7/09/2006 5:06 PM  
Anonymous Mom said...

I vote for red raspberries myself, probably because I hardly ever have access to them (unless I want to pay $2.99 for a soggy and probably moldy little handful at the supermarket, which I don't). And I second David's nomination of Pacific Northwest berries of that ilk (I don't know exactly what kinds they have; they're all different up there) -- when Annie was a wee little mite she and I gorged ourselves stupid in a vacant lot next to a car dealership in downtown Seattle!

Finally, eclectchick -- how do you get away without mulberry stains on your carpet? We used to have to make the kids take their shoes off when they came in from the yard during mulberry season. Not sure what we did about the dog. (Hanging laundry outdoors was also a hazard, thanks to the birds.)

Time to eat the rhubarb PIE I made yesterday!

7/09/2006 9:14 PM  
Blogger Eclectchick said...

Hey, Annie's mom - The mulberry trees are in the very back of our yard, and mostly drop their berries in my flower garden - it's lots of fun to weed later, as you can imagine. There's at least one tree on along the margin of our yard, as well, and the dogs just don't seem to trample through the fallen berries there for some reason. That or when they race up to the back door, the grass wipes their paws off. Lucky, ain't I? We have light Berber carpeting and I would lose my mind if they turned it purple.

7/10/2006 11:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can sympathize with the money problem - I just pulled out my last $20 today and now only have $1 and some change in my account till Monday. I have to stretch it so that it will cover a load of laundry, a little food and some beer for tomorrow's track night.

Accounting is fun!

7/10/2006 1:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

and yes, pie does kicks ass!

7/10/2006 1:44 PM  

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