The weekend was a gorgeous — albeit somewhat disconcerting — 70-something and balmy. I went for a run, wore my green, did some writing, and enjoyed drinking Malbec while watching foreign flick, A Separation at E Street Cinema. While the acting was terrific and the film offered a unique glimpse into the Iranian legal system — my friend who is lawyer loved that — it wasn’t the sweeping epic I had hoped for.
I was filling under the weather for the Pi(e) Day bake-off at work, but rather than waste the ingredients, I whipped up this Sky-High Banana Cream Pie (because you’re having an affair with a married guy*). I used this recipe, but with cornstarch instead of flour and the modifications the first reviewer posted — no baking and vanilla-wafer crust. From the edges that I nibbled, I think it turned out yummy.
Probably the most fun part was whipping the cream into whipped cream. It’s a mesmerizing experience: You don’t think something that liquid can fluff up, but after minutes of staring into a white abyss, twirls and peaks start to form and you realize that somehow that cream thickened. Magic in baking.
*If you’re not getting the reference, it’s time to watch Kerri Russel in Waitress. Make sure you have a pie handy.