Baking. Crack. Pie.
Spent the weekend back in DC. Got caffeinated at Misha’s, fed at Majestic and Twix‘ed at Target. Enjoyed Halloween on C street (aka: Home) with Spike, neighbors, orange Kit Kats and all things sweet and offbeat. If distance makes the heart grow fonder, Washington and I are perfectly estranged. I’ve missed it.
Woke up slightly jealous of all the 7-year olds with pillow cases of Blow Pops and Baby Ruths, so today I’m soothing my sugar envy with a little thing called Crack Pie. I’m late on the crack rage - it seems foodies embraced the recipe a year ago, but whatever, this is my Momofuku moment.
The directions are a bit advanced for a foodie freshman like me, but I’m feeling weirdly rested and alert. Why not give her a go? Here’s a step-by-step version found on The Soho: Slices of Life from the Southern Hostess. Want to try it together? I can almost promise to make you look good.
