Last night I happily settled down to what someone called "food porn", in this case, The Great British Baking Show. The theme for this competitive cook off was "pie". I love pie, and TV is a great way to enjoy it without calories.
I was confused right off the bat. The contestants made Wellingtons. That's interesting, but it isn't pie in my mind. One of the hosts took a side trip and ate eel pie. My face still screws up painfully at the thought of it, and I wouldn't call that a pie either. It was kind of like a hot pocket. Then, the contestants made a molded meat pie. Okay? I sort of see the "pie" in this, but not really.
I was feeling very unBritish about this point when they said the grand finale was to be "American" pies. Yay! I sat and ate rhubarb gooseberry sauce (which is good, but not quite as yummy as rhubarb mulberry) and scowled as the British slammed American pies as "too sweet". Well! They should try some of my rhubarb.
I'll admit, I didn't realize my pies were "American". I thought a pie is a pie. Maybe I should've realized "As American as apple pie" is often said because pie is an icon of Americanism? But you can say the same thing about hot dogs and Germans make sausages. I imagine they make something hot doggish. I figured the same was true for pies. French make tarts, and that's fairly similar, right?
I've made a lot of pies in my life. I should go over there and teach them how it's done because British ideas of American pies is just wrong (though Ryan, the winner, clearly got it right with a key lime and ginger beauty).
I'll also admit that the more I thought of British ideas of American sweetness, the more I remembered pies that were disgustingly sweet. Okay, if all you've ever had is that kind of thing I can understand a preconceived distaste for pie. Block those images from your mind. Think of the natural sweetness of fruit in a flaky pastry. Mmmm. I've even blogged about pies before which you can see here.
I am not about to touch the subject of current political relations with the US and Great Britain and other NATO allies because it's just an embarrassment like too sweet pies. Just let me offer my continued apologies and express appreciation for the big balloon and your protests. I don't think pie could even make the president behave properly.
On happier news, despite the deer and other vamints repeatedly mowing down my garden I got my first tomatoes. Hooray!