April 21, 2019 (Easter)
For the second pie of Easter Sunday, Matt decided to pull out the blueberry sour cream pie he’s been talking about for a while. Kate’s Easter pie was chocolatey, so we needed a fruity pie. It was a lot easier than last week’s cannoli pie. Blueberries, sour cream, an egg, some flour and sugar, and a crumble topping (which got doubled, and thank goodness – it still was almost not enough). Unfortunately, when he took it out of the oven and placed it on our stove range to cool, someone who shall remain nameless had forgotten to turn the range off. So there’s a big black circle on the bottom of the pie now. Only half of the pie was edible.
But the story of this pie is that despite the fact that we had an Easter dinner with 13 people, and despite the fact that the Easter Pie’s rice krispie crust was a bit tough, and despite the fact that everyone knows blueberries are one of the most underrated fruits out there, and despite the fact that Annie believes that sour cream is one of the major food groups, exactly TWO people even attempted to put a bite of this pie in their mouth. And Leah the Blueberry Lover, though she said she liked it, didn’t finish her piece. Matt has never been more disappointed in his family.
This pie was fantastic. Creamy, crunchy, flavorful, and just about perfect. It was better than the cannoli pie. It was better than the unicorn pie. It was definitely better than the Easter pie, even with its excellent chocolate pudding. It might not have been better than the apple pie, but that’s nigh impossible, and it was really close. Seriously, this pie was definitely in the top three if not the top two of all the pies we’ve made this year (still thinking about Kate’s chocolate fudge pie…). AND MATT IS THE ONLY ONE WHO HAD THE GOOD SENSE TO EAT IT.
Their loss.