While I love to cook, I would really enjoy formal lessons in how to bake fine pastries and desserts. The process is more like a science lab than the freedom that cooking allows. A friend took me to the Pierre Herme shop in Paris once as a treat for the helping with her apartment. As soon as i walked into the store, I fell in love with the craftsmanship, skill, and flavors of great pastry chefs. I was so smitten, that while I didn’t have anyone to really teach me, i learned to make my own macaroons as the cost of buying them seemed a bit excessive.
Thinking about that day, it was the only time in my life I saw a lot of wealthy people standing in line and not complaining for having to wait for something.
A few weeks ago I was asked to make some lemon meringue and pumpkin pies for an event. I thought nothing of it, figured I would find something like a tart dough and voila…crusts are done. What I didn’t realize is that there isn’t’ really a proper American pie tin in Switzerland. If I wanted to make a tartine, or tarts, there are plenty to choose from, but a deep dish pie tin? No luck.
So there I was, a tad peeved, rolling out and thinning the dough and fabricating all the tiny little tart tins to fabricate mini-pies. They tasted fine, but until someone takes the time to teach me how to do make the shells pretty, whatever pie/tart I make will have a unique ugliness about it. Thankfully, after the first bite, usually the aesthetics are forgiven.
When I sent mom the pictures of the half-way-decent tarts, she decided to surprise me and mail out a pie plate.. It was a surprise, and I must confess that I was surprised that despite having several inches of bubble wrap around it, somewhere between new York and here, someone had to have repeatedly dropped, decided to see how many feet the box could fall before the contents made a crash sound, or simply had a contest to see what forklift driver could balance a full pallet on top of the box? Or, did they simply kick the box around for a full lunch break?
i was truly impressed at how well you destroyed the pie pan. i had no idea one could break into so many small pieces. For demolition skills i give the USPS the grade of A plus. Since your skills are so good, perhaps the USPS can start a profitable demolition subsidiary to offset the operating losses of the delivery group? it might make more sense, and be more profitable than trying to learn to handle packages with more care.
There is nothing sweeter than a mom wrapping up a package from home and shipping it halfway around the world to touch family in another country. It is like soldiers getting mail from home, or when we were on the road for years, unit mail would come each Thursday (when the mail room remembered Guam was NOT a city in Japan, but an country outside of Japan)
A simple letter could change your mood half way around the world.
This is one thing the nice delivery folks who handled this packages can’t take away is the thought that my mom was so cool to try to send the pie plate. That thought is priceless.
If you deliver packages, please remember that sometimes you are the courier of wishes and love from someone’s home. it isn't all about amazon deliveries of more "stuff" to fill the space in ones life with, "more stuff."
While not the death of buddy holly in “bye miss American pie.” This was the death of a pie plate, “bye bye miss American pie (plate).”
* USPS delivery people - I would LOVE to know how a pie tin can be smashed into so many pieces. I am pretty clever, but even i couldn’t figure out how you pulverized it despite it being wrapped in a small mountain of bubble wrap.