I’ve become somewhat of a cake maker for my community, hired here and there to make all buttercream cakes (no fondant, never fondant) for birthdays, First Communions, and… well, that’s it really. Birthdays and First Communions. I love to bake cakes, and I’ve gotten better at decorating them too. However, my heart beats for another. His name is Pastry, but people know him as Pie. He’s buttery and rich, and a bit of a flake, but that’s a good thing. Sometimes he’s so sweet to me, and other times he’s salty, but I like a bad boy. Cake? Oh, cake is nice, and is very attractive looking, but he’s not… Pie.
Oh my God you guys, he did the cutest, most delicious thing the other day. He became a double crusted chicken pot pie! And he put dry vermouth in his filling! I’m a martini girl, so this was a real treat. He even sprinkled dry sage and sea salt on his top crust! On his top crust!!
I’m falling hard, aren’t I? Come on, I want you to meet him.