Trash Pie
I like to think that I’m a good cook. I don’t know what everyone else thinks. I’m such a good cook that my other blog features weekly recipes that I enjoy cooking. I hope to inspire the world to cook delicious food, eat way too much and regret it the next day.
Part of being a good cook is creativity. You have to be willing to experiment in the kitchen. This is the only way to come up with delicious new recipes that will make your mouth water. Sometimes experiments go horribly wrong though.
That’s what happened yesterday when I decided to make a vegetable pie but discovered that I didn’t have all the ingredients I needed to make it. So I used substitutions. Sometimes substitutions can lead to a wonderful new discovery. Sometimes they can lead to shame and embarrassment.
Maybe it was the fact that I substituted yogurt for cheese or mirin for cooking sherry or coconut oil for butter. Maybe it’s because I just started randomly throwing spices in it when I released it was going horribly wrong. Whatever the reason, the pie was terrible. I couldn’t even eat a whole piece. My husband ate two large pieces and kept insisting it was fine. Either he’s nice or there’s something wrong with his taste buds.
The pie was so bad that when my stepson came home from school he said, “It smells like trash in here.” He was right and it wasn’t the trash he was smelling it was the pie. I might as well have emptied the contents from the trashcan into a pie plate and served it up. Oh well, you live and learn, apparently.
