Because on Pi(e) Day, 3.14 = 4, and I’ll go any distance to get my slices.
Today, I had to drive a whole 5 minutes away.
Sweety Pies (aka my new fave neighbor) was bursting at the seams with fresh homemade pies: cherry, raspberry, apple, apple crumble, chocolate mint, chocolate peanut butter, crocodile pie, sunshine citrus, raspberry supreme, blueberry supreme, chocolate cashmere. Big ones, mini ones, slices. Hard not to take one of each, but of course I need an excuse to visit again asap, so for this holiday lunch, only:
crocodile pie – pecan with chocolate and rum, snap snap!
raspberry supreme – raspberry pie with a cheesecakey top
chocolate cashmere – rich, thick, mmmmmousse
sunshine citrus – orange cream in a crisp buttery graham crust with a dollop of meringue on top
Yes yes yes yes all delicious. And I’ll be returning to try each of the rest.
(Above: protecting the goods bc these pies were procured in the middle of a mad dash downpour – which made the cafe even cozier….. as if that was possible….. The shop is family run FOR REAL. The “grandma” described all the pies to me and gave her recs, the “grandpa” helped box and rang me up, the daughter baked the pies and answered the phone, and the grandson ate pie scraps. !!!!!!!!)
Chicago PSA: the MCA has a permanent interactive “exhibit,” Marisol, and you don’t even need tickets.
Pictured above (and below) is the pièce de résistance simply titled, “Chocolate Cookies,” and copies of the work are for sale at the exhibit counter for a mere $3.
The visionary crispy chewy base provides an impeccable canvas for the boundless melted chocolate and complementary smattering of flaked sea salt.
Displayed originally on paper with ink, I’ve found the cookie “looks” best when reframed in mouth.
Hi Chicago. In case you’re thinking it’s too cold for ice cream (it isn’t – IT NEVER IS), let me tell you about Spumoni PIE. Yes. Spumoni in pie form. From Bang Bang.
Graham crust topped with pistachio pastry cream, then dark chocolate ganache, then cherry whipped cream, then candied pistachios, then into my mouth. SO GOOD. All the layers in one bite instead of hunting around to get a bit of each à la reg spumoni.
Get it now!!
And overheard while pieing:
7 year old to her parents: “What do you love more, comics or pie?”
Parents in unison: “PIE.”
7 year old: “The whole point of this place is pie. You want to get pie, get pie. Pie gets you feeling relaxed.”
They’re raising her right.
Honorable mention: Coco-nana pie – coconut pastry cream with roasted banana caramel and whipped cream. Instant transport away from icy sidewalks.
Where have I been for the past few months? I’m not afraid to talk about it, let’s get it out in the open….. I’ve been in and out of cookie rehab for my newest addiction (/taking care of a new baby).
Hi, my name is Courtney, and I’m addicted to Newman’s Own Orange Chocolate Chip Cookies.
I CAN’T GET ENOUGH. I need a cookie IV or an intervention – NO, DON’T TRY TO STOP ME.
Question: what raises more alarms/eyebrows? Buying 20 bags of cookies at once, or returning to the store every other day to buy another bag of cookies….with a sneaky carrot or carton of eggs thrown in as a cover up?
Luckily(?) my dealer is just a short stroll down the street. And sorrynotsorry, I’ve already pressured at least 4 peers to just tryyyyy one, and now they’re hooked too. I don’t know what the cookie equivalent of the Pringles mottos is, but once you pop, you can’t stop. Truly. The “serving size” is 5 cookies. A generous joke, but still a joke. I think they forgot to add a zero…..
Anyhoo, they’re organic, so basically vitamins, and they donate to charity, so basically you’re eating to help solve world problems.
Remember Nancy Reagan telling you to just say no? Well, I’m telling you to just say YES. If you see these on the shelf somewhere, do yourself a favor a buy a bag (or 5).
Until recently, when I planned trips to Mexico my itinerary mainly included sandy beaches, resort pools and endless margaritas. Frankly, if I wasn’t on a towel near a body of water, I wasn’t interested. But on today’s trip I’m headed to landlocked Mexico City to swim in pools of melted chocolate and use a massive churro as my floating device.
Hola El Moro!!
This place has been serving churros since 1935. And not those heat lamp ballpark churros filled with a chocolate version of cheese whiz. The real deal. Cabbage Patch hula hoop sized fried ropes of dough rolled in cinnamon sugar then snipped up and served alongside your choice of drinking chocolates and dipping chocolate/caramel/condensed milk (or made into ice cream sandwiches).
I approve the reg order of four churros since a serving size of “one” has never been satisfactory no matter what you’re eating. And I approve of churros for breakfast. Or for lunch. Or at 3am. All of which are possible bc this place is open 24 hours a day.
Pro tip: mas churros is almost always a smarter choice than mas cervezas…..
*pics by @worldonyourpalate, @sarah_hipwell, @taarikadougan, @tiaeatsgood, @cupofjo
Frankenpie. For when you need a lot of pie, but you know, you also need to mix it up and not OD on a single flavor. Like the tapas of pie, if you will. A little of this, a little of that, and before you know it, you’ve created a delicious monster! And it’s not like you’re eating a TON of pie…..it’s only 1 pie – A pie. (or in this case, a meager rations 1/2 pie bc I only had so much time on my lunch break to go hunting for slices…..)
To celebrate this all-important national holiday, I hopped over to Avionics and Pekara in Champaign and cobbled together this little s’mores, brown butter butterscotch, salted honey, pecan concoction.
Frankly, this Frankenpie turned into a complementary colored and flavored masterPIEce. Isn’t it really just a delight to behold? Like a dessert version of a cozy wood-paneled den, right?? Which is not to say I wouldn’t be in full support of a pumpkin/key lime/Mississippi mud/cherry/matcha custard/lemon chess situation too. I would. 100%. The beauty of a DIY Frankenpie is all in letting your freak pie flag fly!
Donuts. I’ll say it: they are not dessert. They are breakfast. (albeit a socially acceptable way to eat cake for breakfast)
But what happens when donuts are no longer coffee-dunkable? Have they then progressed past the bfast menu realm? When they come in fancy flavors and are dressed to the nines, they do rise above their historically coffee-dunked ancestors? Like, I don’t really ever dunk anything, but seriously thanksbutnothanks I’m not going to risk an entire strawberry or chunks of candied bacon falling into my coffee. (can you imagine the dregs at the bottom of that cup??? barf.) I might even need a fork and knife instead – not even thinking twice about summoning my inner George-Costanza-with-a-Snickers-bar.
And so, artisanal donuts have got me thinking outside the pastry box, and one shop in particular has done the unimaginable and got me thinking outside the sweaty Florida Disney/oranges/hurricanes box. The Salty Donut: this week’s Wish List travelfortreats destination. You heard me. I’m going to Florida to eat donuts.
Located in Miami, The Salty Donut is a small-batch establishment making EVERYTHING in house, and trying their damnedest to change the donut/coffee landscape of South Florida. They’re basically like, “Everyone, get with the times. Eat this.” And I’m like, “Don’t mind if I do! And thanks for not just being another souvenir shop with shelf-aged “Key lime” pies!”
I’m talking lemon meringue fritters. Guava and cheese stuffed brioche. Fresh strawberries and cream, passion fruit and coconut, baked sweet potato, and the universally loved white chocolate tres leches.
Should you still feel the monstrous need to dunk (please just sip alongside), they also offer a fancy coffee program to complement these beauties. Think cold brew Palmers and Cinnamon Toast Crunch lattes. Mmmmmmmm……… Beats yard long boozy slushies from Fort LaudyDaudy any day, and since you’re in Florida you’re probs on vacation, making boxful of fried pastries a 100% acceptable way to start the day.
*pics by @allisonkimchi, @chewyorkcity, @jenntronic, @onehungryygirl, @foodieattraction and someday by me