Blue ribbon pie party with a purpose.
Summer fun, gathering food for the community food bank, eating pie and enjoying the evening together.
Blue ribbon pie party success In a few different ways.
Strangers gathered together and had fellowship, eating pie, learning about pie, and sharing stories while eating everyone's creations.
Those that gathered came together in a big way providing a huge amount of food to be donated to the Arlington community food Bank.
Our first place winner challenged herself to make a pie for the very first time all by herself and won with her apple bourbon pie. She even ordered leaf lard from Etsy to create her masterpiece after being at a recent Harry Potter cooking class with her son. Which we talked about lard as we were making pie crust.
Some of us were in a pie panic during the day and made a few different pies or crusts because we wanted them just right. Two pecan pies showed up to the island of love because of this. A fellow pie perfectionist- enthusiast also had a smidge of panic because it wasn't just the way she wanted it.
And one of us, a certain person with curly hair usually piled on top of her head had disaster after disaster in the kitchen. It was absolutely perfect the way it turned out. You ask why would pie making disasters be perfect for me?
That curly haired girl was me and had a big slice of humble pie- maybe I was even served my humble pie on a big platter.
I have made probably close to 200 pies in the past 2 years. I typically can whip them up in a matter of minutes, chill them and have them turn out perfect every time.
Wouldn't you know the one day that I am having a pie contest I would have failure after failure. Overworking my crust, spilling mojito mix on the pie dough that was chilling in the refrigerator, custard that did not have enough time to chill, and heavy cream that practically turned to butter when whipping it and then was a soupy mess when I served it. Nothing wrong with a big old bowl of custard soup at a pie competition you are hosting.
If I counted the slices of humble pie I was served on Saturday, being my own pies, not the others pie... It would be a big old shovel full. My pride in pie making was exposed. Embarrassed that my pie did not turn out. I shared my disaster with those that gathered around the island, about 20 of us.
I didn't want to bring my pie out or even talk about my failures. But I knew I had to share my failures. It shows that I am human and not perfect. It shows that even I, a curly haired messy bun, creator in the kitchen, woman who has taught close to 100 people how to make pie, can create miserable, embarrassing pie.
It was a delightful evening had by all. I met FPK followers that I only see by their little profile picture & returning FPK guests with their friends and family.
Thank you, thank you to those that baked, created, tasted and gathered at FPK, showing up in a huge way with food donations and making this a successful and wonderful event. It was an honor to host and meet you all and I cannot wait to do another event like this in the fall