Peaches were on sale at Safeway this week. I looked at the peaches, on sale, and I thought to myself, I haven’t made a peach pie since Noah was a pup.
I put five good-sized peaches in a bag. And then I thought to myself that if I was going to make peach pie, well! I’m pretty sure it is against Federal law to make peach pie and not have ice cream to go with it…
So I cruised over and grabbed a (not quite a) gallon of French vanilla ice cream that was on sale.
And then I saw it. Above the Club Card banner proudly stating, “2 / $6”…
Haagen-Dazs Dulce de Leche.
I’m not entirely sure what happened next. All I know is, when I got home? There was a pint of Dulce de Leche in the freezer.
It is a great mystery.
Anyway. Last night, I made the pie. The peaches were splendid, mildly tart and extremely juicy. Very little sugar was needed, and the crust-gods were with me – no breaking, no overhandling, no ‘cardboard would be less chewy’-ness. An awesome pie. It was good warm out of the oven, and it was good cold this morning with coffee (hey – it’s a fruit pie, fruit counts as a healthy breakfast!) and I suspect it will be good this afternoon when I dive headfirst into the fridge to scarf the rest of it down right out of the pan with my fingers, snarling at any living creature who looks like they’re going to challenge my predatory superiority cut myself a dainty slice after my salad and tea.
But with the Dulce de Leche…Well.
Let’s just keep this between us, because if the Feds get hold of this information, they’ll probably put “Peach Pie and Dulce de Leche Haagen-Dazs” on the Banned Substances list.
I think this could well be more addicting than heroin. Thank $DEITY that Haagen-Dazs was just a wee little pint, because otherwise?
Holy carp, it was good.
It was, in fact, just peachy.
Karma, we’re spreading it around
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