I got two bits of awesome news today at work – both of which I’ve been kind of waiting for since December. To celebrate, I decided to make myself a strawberry pie. Not because I really had a desire to make a pie, but because I had a craving for Eat’n Park’s strawberry pie and I didn’t want to be disappointed if they didn’t have it (March is not exactly notorious for ripe strawberries in Pittsburgh, you know). So part of my post-work celebration entailed grocery shopping, but hey, that’s kind of baller, no?
I made everything but the pie crust (next time, maybe), including the vanilla whipped cream. It is (was) delicious, and super-easy.
Not to humblebrag, but I managed to work 9 hours, play a volleyball game, get home on the bus, get groceries, fill up Winnie Cooper’s tank with gas, make dinner, and make a pie all before 10pm. Guess it doesn’t sound so humble when I put it that way, eh? 🙂
Still… take that, Martha Stewart!