my fiance and i recently moved into our first home as an engaged couple. yes, we rent. yes, it needs a lot of overdue work done. yes, it's absolutely haunted. but, it's what we've now grown to call home.
and today, at this ridiculous hour in the morning, it smells amazing. like love. like a warm blanket of sticky-sweet country living. i (with the assistance of my right-hand man, fiance,) baked my first from-scratch (ok, the pie crust was bought) quasi-derby pie.
since i don't have random bourbon around, i thought semi-sweet choco-chips would make an excellent substitute, since it's sort of sweet, sort of bitter. like bourbon. and a lot less drunk, and pricey. as a grad student, sometimes, you gotta make do.
now, if only i had the incredible power of withstanding 450 degrees of gooey nutty, chocolately, sugary goodness... i would shove this pie in my face and possibly fall asleep in a dessert-coma. what, a girl can dream, can't she?
