It's been almost two years, and I haven't quite gotten used to cubicle life. There are still a lot of things I don't understand. Like, why does my 3 person cube that currently only holds 2 people require 6 trash cans? Why does my iPhone constantly go from 4 dots to no service when I don't even move it, and why does it always seem to happen when Kesha comes on Pandora?
But the one thing I don't understand is the food. Don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of food. Big fan. But when I'm spending 8 hours a day sitting down, I don't exactly want an endless supply of junk food and baked goods being the only reason I get up.
A few weeks ago we had a pie baking contest, and I was volunteered. Pies are probably my favorite thing to bake, so I sighed dramatically, as if it was a huge burden, and selflessly agreed.
My mom told me that my grandmother used to make a delicious vanilla chess pie. I know chess pie belongs to the south, but Baltimore has improved it, like we do with so many things, by adding Berger cookies and calling it a Baltimore Bomb Pie.
I've learned with pot lucks that you can make the best tasting dish, but people will not touch it if they haven't heard of it. People will always choose the jar of queso over the bowl of homemade beer cheese dip that I can easily eat in one sitting. They'll choose cookies from the super market over a funfetti dip from Pinterest.
Since everyone in Baltimore has heard of Berger cookies, I decided to make my own version of the Baltimore Bomb Pie. I also decided to throw buttermilk in the mix since buttermilk pie was one of the first things I learned to bake on my own.
But alas, Berger cookie are not the easiest thing to find on short notice. So I decided to steal another southern treasure and use chocolate chess pie batter in place of the cookies.
To summarize the rest:
Pie is delicious
Buttermilk chess pie is delicious
Chocolate chess pie is delicious
Combining them is even more delicious
I tried to eat a piece of my pie because of said deliciousness and was told that I wasn't allowed to have any bc only judges could have pie
I withdrew my pie from the contest and ate it
That's sweeter than winning
And big thanks to my youngest brother who has eaten many of my pies over the years and to my middle brother who helped me with the graphics for the recipe! To see more of his work, check out WLHart.org!
