Who doesn't like pie? Assholes.

Last night I baked this.
It started out looking like this.*
And it's filled with this.
I also made some vanilla ice cream to go on top. I'm having a wine club at my current apartment on Friday for some fine ladies and Dr. Monkey to say goodbye to the place and I thought I'd make something sweet. It's my first attempt at a crust like this and I think it came out alright.

Last night I probably should have been packing instead of baking but I really just didn't feel like it. I'm ambivalent about this move. Meh.


I am not however, ambivalent about toast crust. I have very strong feelings about that. In case you're unsure of my views, take a look at what's left of my breakfast.

I'm pretty happy right now even though I'm at work and it's raining because it's Thursday but I'm taking tomorrow off to play with the good doctor**. We'll hang out in Boston, go to the Top of the Hub and then meet J and M for some play time before wine club. I was going to bake the pie and make the ice cream on Friday before wine club so they'd be super-fresh, but I thought that it might be tough to make something new while completely drunk all day. I could end up with terrible pie. Or badly burned hands...
Tonight the Doctor and my Man and I will have some froofy pizza and cocktails and maybe watch a movie. Ahhhh, low-key.

*The mini-pies on the side were for the Doc and me to try so as to make sure that the proper pie isn't poison.*** It's not.
**To clarify: play with the doctor, not "play doctor"
***If it had been poisonous, who better to be with than a doctor? I am brilliant!