“What’s a swastika?” He must be a blast at block parties.
I never cared for beer. Just didn’t like that bitter hoppy taste. I tried it here and again and it just never tasted like something I would want to drink. I ended up drinking cocktails and wines but stayed away from the fermented barley juice.
Then, Ireland happened. The first pub we went to in Dublin (The Bank on College Green), I decided to give beer another try. I really didn’t expect to like it. I ordered a Smithwick’s Red Ale. And…. it was good. Smooth, not too bitter. Wait, I could have another one.
The next day we went to the Guinness Storehouse and:
It was damn good. So I’ve been trying different types and I’m still basically a beer infant. So far I’m enjoying stouts (Guinness, Murphy’s) and belgium/french style beers (Blue Moon, Kronenbourg 1664).
So thank you Dublin, from the bottom of my rotting liver.
It’s going to be a short list. May was busy, busy, busy and instead of reading I ended up sleeping. But, let’s do this anyway.
The Princes of Ireland by Edward Rutherfurd. I started May still on an Irish kick. The thing is, looking back on this, I barely have any memory of what this book was about and I read it less than a month ago. I gave it three stars on Goodreads though so I guess it was ok. My god, my memory is shit.
The Good Neighbor: The Life and Work of Fred Rogers by Maxwell King. This one I remember. What else can say about Mister Rogers? He was just an amazing person. I forget if this was in the book or a story I read somewhere online while reading the book but he was an ordained minister and very religious. But he never preached on his show. When asked why he said that he never wanted a child of a different religious background to feel left out of his show. Just an amazing man.
The Yellow House by Patricia Falvey. We’re back in Ireland. Belfast, early 1900s to be precise. This book has some flaws but it’s written beautifully and the protagonist is a strong catholic Irish woman in the wrong part (for her religion) of Ireland during the push for independence. There’s a love triangle that’s a bit forced but besides that it’s a good yarn.
Underground: A Human History of the Worlds Beneath Our Feet by Will Hunt. A nonfiction book that takes you through the catacombs of Paris and subway tunnels of NYC. It gets a little repetitive for my taste but a quick read nonetheless.
How was your May reading?
I need to try this immediately. Maybe I’ll wait until lunch.
Let’s dissect this approach. There are two problems with personal-sized pies. First, most frozen savory pot pies are circular, and sit on an aluminum shell. It can be annoying to cut the pie with your fork while it’s still in nested the aluminum: Instead of slicing it, you end up scooping it with your fork, creating an uneven ratio of crust to filling. Sometimes, the crust gets mushed into the filling instead of providing its sandwich-like protection.
This unfair filling-to-crust ratio leads to the second problem: the bite’s texture. When the filling overpowers the crust, it’s overly wet. If you’re getting just the crust on the bottom, it can be quite dry. The perfect bite happens when the creamy, savory filling is sandwiched between top and bottom crust.
Flipping the pie upside down solves all those problems. Once it’s out of the aluminum shell, the pie’s bottom crust becomes the top crust, making a flan-like shape. (Yes, you might need a plate instead of eating it right out of the aluminum pan, but have some respect for yourself, even if you’re having a frozen pot pie. You deserve it.)