Published by JPLand on 24 May 2008 at 08:55 pm
What I Need
Ever get into a conversation about food and you start talking about some food you like and then you start to crave that food? No? Me either…that’s just weird. Who does that anyway?
Let’s just pretend that you’ve done it before. It will help you relate to this story a little better.
Kelley and I had put the girls to bed last night and I was looking for something to snack on. I moped back into the den empty-handed and commented to Kelley “I would really like some apple pie with vanilla bean ice cream.”
So here I am 24 hours later…guess what I’m craving. What I want is some of my grandmother’s apple pie, fresh out of the oven, topped with some cold ice cream. What I have is chex mix…
Anyone out there got a good recipe? Better yet, let me save you the trouble of writing it out. Just make me the pie. I’ll spring for the ice cream.
*This photo is from flickr. If I had apple pie to take a picture of, this post wouldn’t be necessary, now would it? And realistically, the picture would be of an empty plate.
sarah on 25 May 2008 at 7:15 am #
I’ve got something close–apple cinnamon granola with vanilla bean yogurt (light yogurt, that is). I’ll be happy to share my wealth with you…
JPLand on 25 May 2008 at 8:05 am #
No, that is not close, that is wrong. I’m beginning to think that you don’t love America…
Carmen on 25 May 2008 at 1:19 pm #
I would die happily right now for a traditional Southern catfish meal (like at Riverbend) with pickles, fries, and slaw. Sometimes I really hate living in Arizona……..
Darn you for making me hungry. I wish you the best of luck with the pie.
SweetSouthernBelle on 25 May 2008 at 9:19 pm #
That sounds yummy! Thanks John, now I’m craving it too!
JPLand on 27 May 2008 at 11:12 am #
Carmen,
I think that the synonym for “southern” catfish is “fried.” Sounds like you need some Crisco, a big pot and some bottom-dwellers. I’ve found that in the absence of catfish, squirrels work just as well.
Southern Belle,
There’s no use fighting the craving. The only way to solve the problem is to actually consume some apple pie. It doesn’t get any better than when you make it. So whip up a batch…and call me when it’s ready.