Pie

We love The Great British Baking Show.  We love Sue and Mel and Paul and Mary.  We love the quirky contestants and their delicious looking food.  We are anglophiles and we are fans.

Until we aren't.

Sunday night we watched an episode that was Pie Night.  What's not to love?  (Except Venison and Haggis Wellington but hey, I'm not going to judge.)

But then...then?!?  Their last task was to make sweet American pies.  Everyone on the show started disparaging American pie.

And we felt triggered.

We took exception and we started talking back to the TV.  The Revolutionary War, the War of 1812 and throwing tea in a harbor may have been mentioned.

Here's the thing about their "American" pie that nobody liked.  It didn't resemble actual American pie all that much.  Pumpkin and peanut butter pie?  You can't just throw a bunch of American ingredients in a sweet crust (and American pie crust isn't sweet anyway) and call it American pie.

You can put a flag on it, but it's not American pie:

This is the pie that won:

It looks more like a tart than a pie, but it won and like Mark said, "It's what the Founding Fathers would have wanted."

After the episode, and gathering up a handful of detritus from the basement because there always is some, I went upstairs and "The Battle of New Orleans" was playing and three indignant kids were marching around, their patriotic hackles raised.

You can mess with a lot of things, but not our pie.

Things got sort of intense.  Horace got involved.  So did a coonskin hat and toy rifle.

The boys and I are going to Nevada for a few days.  My mom said tonight is Cherry Pie Night.  She picks cherries from their tree and once a year it is Cherry Pie Night and we will be there!

Take that Great British Baking Show.  You aren't even invited.