June 21, 2011


For those of you who think my meals consist of happy hours on patios, you are wrong. I can cook.* Mainly for special occasions such as potlucks, Sasquatch, camping trips, and of course, Father's Day. I made my dad this pie. It's strawberry rhubarb. And it was delicious. I know posting a photo of a pie is questionable. Right up there with those horrible people on Facebook who post photos and a cryptic caption of the sandwich they're about to eat. But I'm really proud of this pie.

* Sadly, not very often. I like cooking, but it's so much easier to eat carrots and peanut butter, or chips and salsa, or a burrito that I didn't make. Sam and I make breakfast together quite often, but I'm afraid he hasn't been impressed with my dinner skills. It's not that they don't exist. I think I'm just lazy.


Charisstopher said...

Ohhh! That pie is lovely - and not just because I'm a sucker for a heart decoration.

I'll also give you a second on "chips and salsa" counting as a square meal. (there are totally vegetables involved, and cooking at the end of the day is hard)

Rachel Wrong said...

Cooking at the end of the day is hard. Last week I made miso soup with random veggies in it, and try as I might, I could not get Sam to eat the leftovers.

Sam: There's nothing to eat.

Me: There's miso soup! It's good.

Sam: There's nothing to eat.

Kyle said...

I wish I had the counter space to roll out dough and cook pies.

Some day.

(Pie looks amazingly delicious by the way)