Another Bisquick Impossible Pie! And this is the first time I went sweet and not savory.
To refresh your memory, in addition to completing the Dinner is Served! cards this year, I also want to make all 12 Impossible Pies from The Bisquick “No Time to Cook” Recipe Book. Taco, Lasagna, and Quesadilla have already been tackled; with this Buttermilk Pie, I’m already 1/3 of the way to my goal and I still have a lot of 2014 left.
I decided to bring this over to Rick and Ronny’s house one evening that they had me over for wine and lentil soup. I opted for this because I had all of the ingredients on hand. Well, except for one thing—buttermilk. Oh, you know, just the ingredient that gives the dish its fucking name. No big!
Well, actually it was no big! I consulted the following book, which I got for Christmas this year from my bro and my soon-to-be sister-in-law:
Well, that clever Heloise had a solution to my problem right there on page 82:
Who am I to question Heloise? Heloise is an American institution!
I don’t know how much of a difference real buttermilk would make in this pie, but I really didn’t care to find out because buttermilk is always pricey and only in the quart size and recipes always only call for a cup or two and the rest goes to waste. I hate waste. So thanks, Heloise for the tip!
Here is the pie pre-baked…
And here is the finished product, with a bit of fresh fruit garnish:
This was pretty good: like a cross between a custard pie and a giant sugar cookie. A crust didn’t form like in some of the Impossible pies I have made before, but that’s okay. And it wasn’t as eggy as some custard pies–which can sometimes be a little off-putting.
So I’m going to chalk this one up as a success. Speaking of successes, look at the gorgeous Chocolate Mousse cake that Ronny made for Rick’s birthday later that week:
The bottom was just brownie mix baked in a springform pan and then topped with homemade chocolate mousse. It was delicious. And gorgeous—because I did the garnish. Hey, I know my way around a fanned strawberry.
OK, and now just some random thoughts. It’s free HBO week so I watched the remainder of season 3 of Girls. Will someone please tell me why I keep watching this show? For every single relatable or funny moment there are 15 that are completely annoying, improbable, or just stupid.
RE: Lena Dunham being naked all the time. I’m just over it. Initially it was refreshing. And I know that the point is to show nudity in realistic situations (although I can tell you that me and my friends have never just hung out in the bathtub together) and that by presenting the nudity of a woman who doesn’t look like a model, it forces us to reassess our idea of beauty and what a ‘real woman’ is. Ugh. Don’t get me started on the ‘real woman’ thing. Unless you are a live doll or a robot, any woman is a ‘real woman,’ okay?
Anyway, I really don’t care about the shape of Dunham’s body, but here’s my beef: no one–no one–is that naked all the time unless they are vacationing at a nudist colony. I dunno, maybe even nudists are clothed more than Hannah. Her nipples should get billing right after Adam Driver.
And sweet baby Jesus, please stop having Marnie sing. No. One. Cares.
The only character I think I even like is the girl who initially was the most grating. I really enjoyed when she tore everyone a new one at the beach house:
But after this season’s finale I guess my biggest pet peeve is that I can’t believe that Hannah Horvath would ever be admitted to the Iowa Writers Workshop. If for no other reason just because her personal statement would be insufferable.
And while we’re speaking about insufferable:
As always, Deborah’s nail colors are named after songs. With music being an emotional force of the show, the four shades are aptly named with song titles that symbolize each of the GIRLS’ distinct personalities. Independent, feminine, playful, sexy and of course complex – there is a color for every kind of mood. The collection is witty and empowering while celebrating the various dimensions of feminine identity.
- HANNAH: Hapless Hunter Green
- MARNIE: Prim And Proper Pink
- SHOSHANNA: Virtuous Vivid Violet
- JESSA: Bohemian Burgundy
I think I just threw up a little. Hold on, let’s go back a few sentences, what did that say?
The collection is witty and empowering while celebrating the various dimensions of feminine identity.
Yes, I often find my nail polish empowering. And I celebrate my unique feminine identity every time I put on a top-coat. Don’t you?
Ugh. What bullshit. Sorry for ranting. Oh, and happy April Fools’ Day.