Drunken Pear Pie

With a bunch of friends over to pick oranges off our totally un-groomed, but somehow thriving, trees on Sunday, I had a good excuse to drink mimosas and bake a pie.

I sliced some Bosc pears and tossed them with a bit of … wait for it … brandy! Sure I could have used the fresh squeezed orange juice for poetic symmetry, but spiking a pie seemed like way more fun. The pie, with its golden almond topping was a hit, if I may say. And since this is my little pipe dream, I say, I may.

Slices flew off the plate, until one little orphaned slice remained. It sat there a long while, nobody audacious enough to take it. Then came a great idea: split it into several smaller pieces! They, too, flew off the plate in their own time, leaving one inch square waiting for its destiny.

I looked at it, took a beat, and decided to relieve everyone of their taking-the-last-piece angst. Mmmm, so worth it.