How to F Up a Pie
I have made this pie a dozen times. It has always gone well. It’s a recipe I know by heart and I’ve applied creativity (mini pies!) and frugality (generic ice-cream!) with panache.
The pie pictured above was a total disaster.
This is my grandmother Oma’s recipe, Mississippi Mud Pie
- 1 graham cracker crust
- 1 gallon of Blue Bell coffee ice-cream
- 1 container of Cool Whip
- Hershey’s chocolate syrup
- ½ cup chopped pecans
1) Melt ice-cream and pour into pie crust
2) Freeze overnight
3) Add layer of chocolate syrup and most of the pecans
4) Top with Cool Whip
5) Freeze for a few hours
6) Sprinkle remaining pecans
“It sounds impossible to mess up,” Claire said. Here’s how I managed it:
1) I opted for a chocolate crust (creativity again!) but could not find pecans at my neighborhood grocery store. Walnuts or almonds would not do. Besides, what if someone had a nut allergy? Better to be safe (and frugal!) than sorry.
2) I did not buy enough ice cream. Blue Bell doesn’t exist on the East Coast and Haagen Dazs is expensive. I had almost enough though.
3) I waited until the morning of the BBQ to make the pie. A little risky, I admit, but I think I pulled it off before. Soon after I poured the ice-cream into the crust, I discovered that there was a hole at the bottom. I made a mental note to cut with caution, and popped the pie into the freezer.
4) Five hours later I added the chocolate syrup, but it sunk into the ice cream like a soup.
5) I topped with Sugar Free Cool Whip. It went everywhere, spreading across the chocolate and ice cream soup like melted butter.
6) I went back to the grocery store for two containers of Real Cool Whip.
7) I spooned off the artificial, good-for-nothing, toxic fluff.
8) I threw that crap in the garbage.
9) I very carefully (this is Haagen Dazs!) scooped out the chocolate and ice cream soup and into a glass pie dish.
10) I topped with as much Cool Whip as needed to undo the damage. A lot.
11) I froze the pie.
12) I crumbled the crust and saved for a topping. It looked like taco meat.
13) Two hours later I walked the pie across the neighborhood and hastily shoved it into Steph’s freezer, hoping that the sun would set before dessert should be served.
Next time you want to F up a pie, feel free to follow my recipe. My friends lied said it tasted great, but I prefer it the old-fashioned way.
— Ashley
