Back around
Thanksgiving, I seriously wanted a pie that I could safely consume. Looking
through online recipes I found one of my favorite pies: sweet potato. The recipe I
used can be found at The Witchy Kitchen: Vegan Sweet Potato Pie.
My friend, who
shall be nicknamed Pyro, had decided to surprise me with a Hannah-friendly pie.
So Friday the 23rd of November officially became Pie Day. I was souped.
The Boy also
hung out that day (sadly he did not get to fully join our festivities; he does
not like sweet potato and he was gone by the time Pyro’s pie was ready). While
I baked my pie he had the idea to finally try out the new donut pan I’d bought
a few weeks earlier. Awesome right? I have a boyfriend who LIKES to bake and
cook. Plus! He wanted to make the recipe I had found, peanut butter donuts.
This new adventure made Pie Day ten times more fun.
The pie did
take most of the day to make. I didn’t mind though, I got to spend the day
cooking. It may be important to say that my day started at 10:30am…so…yea, that
might have had something to do with the time frame.
Making the pie
basically goes as follows:
1) Bake the
sweet potatoes; let cool
2) Make crust
out of oats, pecans, dates, oil, water, and peanut butter; stick in fridge
3) Peel and
mash potatoes till smooth; then to potatoes, add sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, salt
and mix together
4) Then add
milk (substituted almond milk), yogurt (substituted coconut yogurt), and
vanilla
5) Pour
mixture into the pie crust and bake again; then let cool for a couple hours
In fact, the
pie was quite tasty. I love sweet potato pie, so this Thanksgiving I was
extremely thankful for this recipe.
Pyro was
nervous about our end result. But honestly, the improvisation worked out just
fine. However, the minor detail that I had previously used basically all of our
measuring utensils that morning and the night before…That made it a little
difficult.
Most of our eyeballing
worked, except for one. Baking powder.
I knew we
shouldn’t have eyeballed baking powder. But what else we were supposed to do?
(Sure I could
have cleaned off one of the teaspoon measures, but really, that just seemed
like the easy way out.)
The next few
tasted just as good AND rose to a nice fluffy height.
Later on, the
feasting commenced later in the day on Official Pie Day. Pyro came over after
he ran a few errands; he had made a yogurt and whipped cream (oil based so I
could eat it) pie. It has to refrigerate for a while. So we did our own
improvisation and stuck it in the freezer.
I was quite
impatient.
I wanted pie.
The Boy had to
leave, but Pyro and I stayed dining and talking over two distinct and tasteful
pies.
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