Lazy Sunday and Peach-Tequila Pies

The girls’ monthly Book Club was planned for today, but sadly had to be re-scheduled. And I actually read the book too, turning the final page only just last night. It was a good one! Have you read Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn? My mother is more the murder-mystery reader; I usually prefer period pieces or grand-yet-thoughtful Hobbit-esque adventures. But this one had it’s grip on me since I turned the first page, then dragged me through a terrifying marriage, split personalities, murder, adultery, deeply personal confessions. I finished the 419 pages in three days, just in time for an afternoon of wine, laughter, and literature with friends (or so I thought). But even if I’m not sharing the afternoon with a few close girls and more than a few platters of gorgeously delicious edibles, doesn’t mean my Sunday was a loss at all. The taste of Gone Girl lingers, and I can’t help but remember one of my favorite messages, right from beginning of the story:

“We were the first human beings who would never see anything for the first time. We stare at the wonders of the world, dull eyed, underwhelmed. Mona Lisa, the Pyramids, the Empire State Building. Jungle animals on attack, ancient icebergs collapsing, volcanoes erupting. I can’t recall a single amazing thing I have seen firsthand that I didn’t immediately reference to a movie or TV show. A fucking commercial. … The secondhand experience is always better. The image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and the soundtrack manipulate my emotions in a way reality can’t anymore. I don’t know that we are actually human at this point … It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters. And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don’t have genuine souls.”

I don’t say it’s my favorite message because I completely agree, I say it because it stems from so much truth. I believe with my whole heart that I have found my soul mate, yet I relate to what the author presents here. It is a difficult time in which to be a genuine person, and therefore harder to find someone who is genuine with themselves, with you, with the world around them. And then for that person  to be a great love of your life… Well, that makes it all the more special, don’t you think?

I digress. Read the book, it’s truly fantastic.

In the heat of this morning, I was of all things baking. Baking in my skivvies (sorry, but it’s true). I had the grand idea in my head that I would make wee little individual, very summery, peach-and-tequila pies for Book Club! Of course, after the second batch of these scrumptious little morsels, Book Club was called off. No matter! Do YOU know someone who doesn’t love themselves a tiny peach pie? Me either. They wouldn’t go to waste.

I diced up some fresh organic peaches, and tossed them in a bowl with a healthy splash of tequila, fresh grated cinnamon, and brown sugar. Rolling out my store-bought pie dough (shhhhhhhhhhh!), I grabbed a margarita glass to stamp out the mini-pies. I dabbed on a light egg-wash, then loaded them in a muffin pan with the peach mix, and topped them with a little circle or lattice of excess crust. Pop them in the oven for about 15 minutes on 400 degrees, and out come the most delicious little pastries! Simple, right?

For PEACH-TEQUILA MINI PIES you will need:

3 pre-made pie crusts (9″)

6 peaches

4-5 tbsp. tequila (gold)

1/2 c. dark brown sugar

1 medium egg

1 cinnamon stick (or about 1 tbsp. ground cinnamon)

Start by dicing your peaches finely (they need to fit into mini pies), and toss them with the tequila and brown sugar. If you are using a whole cinnamon stick, grate it over the peach mix with a microplane; if not, sprinkle your ground cinnamon in. While this marries, go on and roll out your pie dough on a cutting board. Use a water glass that has a diameter greater than the size of one of your muffin tin holes. I used a margarita glass. Now, make sure your muffin pan is coated with a good amount of non-stick spray. Brush a little egg wash on both sides of the dough circles, and gently pat them into the holes of the pan. Fill with your peach mixture, and top with either a little lattice of dough, or a little circle. (For my lattices, I used the leftover dough after cutting the circles, and cut strips with a ravioli roller. You may used your knife, of course). Scoot the pan in your oven for about fifteen minutes at 400 degrees. Keep an eye on them, I feel that ovens greatly differ in the fine art of baking…you may need more or less time in yours. ( Don’t fear, I mean mere minutes difference).

I went ahead and secretly indulged in the prettiest pie before I shared! Popping it on a plate, still-warm from the oven, I headed out to the garden to gobble it up in peace. Little did I know that a certain mister Wyatt would be at my elbow the whole time, begging for even the tiniest morsel of tequila-soaked fruit. This dog is a lush, I tell you.

I couldn’t help but use his enthusiasm to my benefit, and grabbed the camera for a bit of a photoshoot indulgence!



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