I simply have to share this pie in the sky story with you. It is classic Just Typikel.
It’s Saturday afternoon and Jane, my always up for a field trip friend and I have just arrived at the kitchen store. We’re both beyond excited. Not only are we there to take the three-hour “All about Pies” class (promising pie crust tips and the chance to learn about different fillings from fruit to pastry cream and curd etc) but we get to sample three different creations and take a pie home! How fun is that?
While I could eat a whole pie myself – easy peasy – I sure as hell better not. So I’ve lined up dinner at my mom’s on Sunday night for her, me and her pal Sylvia. I’m promising to keep it simple; homemade roasted chicken noodle soup, bread and my freshly baked pie. That’ll be enough.
Jane zips into the back room to get settled in the cooking area while I take a quick wander. I’ve never been here before and am impressed with the colourful and extensive inventory. Seconds later she pops out with the funniest look on her face.
“Uh Kel. There’s a slight hitch.”
Slight hitch indeed. This gem greets each eager student:
Yes. We are looking at a 6″ glass pie plate folks. This is how she looked once filled with strawberry and rhubarb.
I’m sorry. I should apologise to the poor instructor for my sporadic fits of giggles. I keep getting images of the three of us spooning up droplets of pie; both my mom and Sylvia insisting they “couldn’t eat another thing” and then tucking in to slices of toast laden with lashings of butter and marmalade the minute I leave …
My mind also wanders to the reality of me thinking we’d all take home gigantic pies to our loved ones. Seriously Kelly? Can you say “pie in the sky?”
To add to the hilarity conundrum there is an innocent message on my phone when I get home from the class.
“Great news. Your brother and sister-in-law and my friend Dorothy will also be joining us for dinner! So it’s six for pie!”
Pie In The Sky
It will be pure pie in the sky if I turn up with soup and this weensy 6 incher. I zip out and pick up backup.
A little egg wash, a handful of sugar crystals then pop ’em in the oven and we’re good to go. Can you guess which one is mine?
Enough about me and my pie in the sky idea of taking one bite-sized pie to dinner. I’m curious about you. Have you ever had pie in the sky dreams about the take-home items from class? Or is it just me. If you’d care to share, I’d love to hear.
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I must say you did a beautiful job of baking the “fake pie” and yours looks delicious ! I am sure that yours tasted much better. Did you ” fess up ” about the other pie ?? So happy I was part of that with you, it was a great time and a great laugh !
I did “fess up” Jane! Had to. Not only was it a completely different flavour but it was in a tin disposable plate etc. However, above all it made for such a great story that I just HAD to share! So glad we shared that afternoon too Jane! Bring on Greece!
As your mum, I have to say that both pies were darn good, yours having the edge! Clever of Michael cutting the wee one into eight small pieces…the knife must have been really sharp! I finished it for lunch today.
I must say I was horrified to find out that Michael used to put you in the oven when I was out of the house. But you seem to be on great terms now!
Thanks so much for commenting Mum. Had I not seen it with my own eyes I NEVER would have believed it could have been cut into 8 pieces. Re Mike putting me in the oven – he never got me all the way in. Just half way. Of course, I got my own back by chasing him around the house with that fish … now there’s a story …
Aha now I know where all those delicious pies have come from on Instagram. Yum Yum
Oh Karen it was quite something = taught me a wakeup call about expectations if nothing else!
Ha! I’ve never taken any kind of cooking class (which probably explains my complete lack of knowledge around the kitchen) but I could completely see where I would make the same mistake. What do you mean they make mini pies? Who eats a mini pie? Full size all the way, baby!
Exactly Kristen. I now have a mini pie plate for ? All the recipes call for full size pie shells. It’s really quite funny. As my brother says “It’ll make a lovely ashtray …” Ha! Too bad nobody smokes anymore … I think I’ll put my beach glass collection in it!
I can’t imagine if I put that teensy pie in front of the people in my house! How funny! They should have called it a Weight Watchers pie. Talk about portion control. Perhaps you can make something really rich in that pie dish like fudge. Or perhaps you should consider it a single serving pie dish for those days when your really, really need a bit of thera-pie. 😉
Yes! Thank you. Weight Watchers’ Portion Control says it all. My brother actually managed to slice it into 8 weensy pieces. I’m sure he’s still laughing. As for the thera-pie recommendation … Well! I am looking up recipes as we speak.
That’s hilarious – I wouldn’t have been able to stop giggling in class either. Gotta admit though it’s the perfect size for a pie hors d’oeuvre.
Hahaha! A pie hors d’oeuvre! Yes, if I have one person over I shall pass around the pie hors d’oeuvre. Perfect!
This is a great story, Kelly! We laughed after I told my husband about your invitation to a tiny pie gathering. Cute. I had a similar disappointment in Puerto Rico when I had signed up to take a boat out to Monkey Island. I thought that there would most certainly be hundreds of monkeys lined up on the shore of the island so that we could take pictures and watch them. How is it that I am so gullible all the time to think in such fanciful ways? So then I get there and I practically needed binoculars to see the few monkeys that came to shore. A few. Mostly I could just barely see the trees as they played around and rustled the leaves. Comparing this to your story, I am sure that it is very reasonable to think that you would make a normal sized pie. Who makes six inch pies? lol!! So funny. Most people would have probably thought that they would be lucky to see any monkeys, but in my mind they were plentiful. In hindsight, I could see how silly that was.
Oh Amy thanks for sharing your monkey story. I can so relate. That would happen to me also! So funny. Reminds me of our Alaskan cruise where we signed up to see the black bears. Saw 2. I took so many photos of those 2 bears. Looking back, I highly suspect they let them out of their pens when they heard us approach.
oh, if we could all count the times size has disappointed us. *snort*
I think the lil pies are cute, although I probably wouldn’t think that if I planned on serving a normal sized pie and came home with that one. I like the other commenter who said they’re perfect appetizers! Genius.
Exactly… false advertising … like when the strawberries are sooo much smaller underneath than those jumbo ones on top you mean? Hahaha!
btw, I am so far behind it’s not even funny. I’ve probably read three blogs in the past week, and one is yours! I’m finishing up a round of editing so I’ve strayed from the blog a bit. Just wanted you to know I didn’t disappear. 🙂
Aw Beth – I’d find you. Thanks for popping by.
Other than Home Ec in high school, I’ve never had a cooking class.Even though that was many, many years ago, I still remember making my dad his nightly cup of hot cocoa the way I learned in class – with salt in it. I think I overdid it, but he bravely drank it. Next night, he said he thought we should go back to his way.
Choking here on my coffee Linda. So funny and so Dadish. Mine would have done the same.
I love the word conundrum and I love it in your post. Lovely read and I am a definitely a pie in the sky dreamer – that sometimes needs to tether back to reality! Love this quote…
“In order to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.”
~ Carl Sagan
Oh Debbie what a quote! It’s perfect. Thank you for sharing.
So Kelly, it would never have occurred to me to buy another pie. I would have gone into a flour-flinging frenzy. I would have coated my kitchen in strange, white powders that would lodge in crevices in years to come. I would have staggered to that dinner balancing a pie precariously on each palm, while another one danced on my toes, Cat-in-the-Hat-style. But I would NOT have had a good time. In fact, I would be breathlessly miserable. That’s where you’ve got me. You seem like the Queen of Having a Good Time, and in that you are my liege.
Oh Harmony trust me. That idea occurred to me and I was seriously toying with it. However, my very wise pal talked me out of it with her “save your energy for the fun stuff.” I should tell you about that time I found myself up at 01:30 baking a second “sea serpent” birthday cake …
Hi Kelly:
Dropping in from The Inspired Blogging Group! This class sounds like so much fun! Your pies look great! I love cooking classes, especially getting to attend one with a good buddy!
Thanks for dropping by Amy. It was so much fun – especially doing it with my friend Jane who so gets the fact that if something is going to go amiss it will when she’s with ME!
Bravo! For not going into panic mode and making a really simple decision to “save the day” by simply buying another pie! Sounds like a good time was had by all….and…at the end of the day that is what it is all about!!
So true Debbie. There was that time, as I just mentioned to Harmony, that I found myself baking a redo “Sea Serpent” birthday cake at 01:30. Such “fun.”