I’ve been on a pie kick lately. We got some great recipes from Mark’s aunt, and have been making our way through them. For some reason they’ve been mostly Mark’s favorites so I thought it was time to make my favorite, Coconut Cream. I was pretty excited to make a homemade coconut cream pie. I’ve never attempted it before. The recipe was a bit more involved than I usually do, there was a lot of stirring involved, toasted coconut, whipping some heavy cream, and of course a homemade flaky buttery crust, but all that work seemed more than worth it. Just look at that pie! Yummy!
My Mom came over to help out with the kids while I made the pie. I learned my lesson about kids distracting me while cooking with this disaster of a pie. The crust turned out great. The filling looked great and smelled great. So coconutty!
The pie cooled on the counter for an hour and then into the fridge for another one. I whipped the cream and sugar to make the oh so tasty topping, I pipped it on decoratively and then sprinkled on the JUST toasted coconut.
It was perfect! I got plenty of pictures before we devoured into it!
I couldn’t wait to eat some, I was so excited, I put down my camera so I could dish it up and just as I turned around, and just like slow motion, Hilyard pulled on the tablecloth and down came the pie!!! I screamed trying to dive to save it, but it was too late. My scream scared Hilyard and he started to cry. I should have cried but I didn’t. All that stirring, the filling, the topping, the crust, the toasted coconut, GONE! Without even a taste. And to top it all off, my brand new, $20 splurge of a pie plate purchase was broken.
Mark kept saying, “oh, Mel, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”. I did feel bad, but not crying bad. I was sooo looking forward to gaining a good 3 or 4 pounds with that pie. I was excited to share it with my in-laws. It was hard to see it wasted after all that work. Mark was so sweet and tried to make things better, so at 9:30 at night, we made a trip to Village Inn for a coconut cream pie.
Lesson to be learned here, don’t leave Hilly alone with pie and quit using tablecloths! That punk. I haven’t tried to make it again, I’m giving myself some time.