This recipe’s been brewing in my mind for months now. I’ve made it and ate it mentally about a million times already, but nothing, NOTHING beats actually eating it in real life. That whole making it, definitely better done mentally. Why, whyyy don’t I have telekinetic powers over my baking?!
I mean, I love baking. I find it incredibly therapeutic and I could totally do it for a living if my student loans would allow me. It’s just… pie crusts are my Achilles
hell heel. There are very few things that compare to a homemade pie crust. You just can’t get that delicious buttery flakiness with store-bought crust. I just hate rolling out dough and shaping it. You see my edges there? Horrific compared to people who have these beautiful and intricate designs. My stubby fingers just aren’t nimble enough for such things.
It’s okay though because it’s rustic looking, right? I love how the juices and melty chocolate ooze out of the pie. Yum x 10000. That’s definitely all rustic-like. Plus, it’s all about the taste in the end. And these pies are possibly the best tasting pies I’ve had in my life. Seriously though. I don’t think you will ever be able to find a pear and chocolate hazelnut pie that tastes as good as this.
Although if you ask my daughter, she probably would not agree. Lately, she’s been rebelling against anything I make and prefers to only eat packaged foods like yogurt, cheese, sausage, and cereal. She is actually refusing to touch anything I make, even if I let her help me make it. The past couple of days, she’s basically lived off snack foods. If I am lucky, she will have some soup with a slice of whole grain bread. To all the parents, how do you handle that picky eater stage? My daughter’s normally been an excellent eater, so I have no clue how to deal. And furthermore, it is kinda starting to hurt my ego.
She had a ton of fun helping me to style these photos though. She kept taking utensils and placing them around the scene and sticking her hands in the pictures because she loves being my little hand model (as seen from my pumpkin scones, pumpkin bagels, and raspberry peach clafoutis) Unfortunately, she kept sticking the utensils right in front of the food, blocking my view and refused to pull back her neon pink sweatshirt which created a blinding glare in the photos. Sometimes she will take my iPhone and take pictures alongside me and some of her pictures come out really quite nice. I would love it if we could grow the blog together and become a mother-daughter food blogging team! Unfortunately, she is more interested in playing and eating with the food than making it. Case and point: I gave her some pie crust to make her own pie and she kept rolling it into a ball and throwing it around. It eventually became this dirty, buttery ball of yuck and even she didn’t want to play with it anymore. Maybe in a couple of years, eh? I got her a mini baking set for Christmas this year just in case (shhh!).