Happy Groundhog Day!
Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow today. That means there will be six more weeks of winter. Frankly, I could take six more months of this Texas winter.
I fried some potatoes and some apple halves in butter. Seasoned salt and pepper on the potatoes. Brown sugar and cinnamon on the apples.
Toasted spent grain beer bread went well with apples, potatoes, eggs, and hickory smoked thick sliced bacon. That’s almost a down-on-the-farm breakfast. It’s only missing biscuits and/or pancakes/ flapjacks. Perhaps some grits with creamy sausage gravy. Ya e’t yet?
More packing going on. I really need to dump this load, so I can refill the truck, empty, refill, empty, refill, empty, refill, empty, refill … ad nauseam.
I had in mind to make a cherry pie. It was going to be very simple. Open can of cherry pie filling, pour into store bought shortbread pie crust, mix up a simple crumb topping, and pop it into the oven for a little bit. Simple. Right?
Well, that is until I opened the first pie crust and found that it wasn’t so much a crust, as a pan full of crumbled bits. Second crust ditto.
Nothing to do but pull out a large round cake pan and scatter the two finely crushed pie shells in the bottom. I added some dollops of butter, some of the crumb topping, the pie filling, and the rest of the crumb topping.
I baked it until the topping browned and served it with some Cool Whip.
Not exactly what I had in mind but, all in all, not bad. Not bad at all.