I'll get to his Father's Day treat, but I want to spend a little time gushing over my pops, because he is truly something special.
There he is, fez and all. I can't say I'm only a "daddy's girl", but I definitely have a special relationship to my father. He's always been there, slangin his patented puns and wielding a plastic Lord of the Rings sword that he bought himself on a wim. He's got stacks on stacks of comic books, and even action figures. Growing up, I got a lot of my sense of humor from him, and certainly my nerdiness. Needless to say, my friends loved him
And when it came down to the more serious aspects of life, he was an amazing provider, and always took care of me when I was ever sad or in pain. I know I cried in front of him many a time, and he was always there to rub my back and raise my spirits. I remember talking to him about relationships, anxieties, any emotional topic you could think of really, and he always knew how to give advice. Plus, it doesn't hurt having two doctors as parents when sickness strikes.
So, on his day, I decided to make him a key lime pie After all, I've spent all this time learning how to make pies in my internship, I might as well use the skillz!
I made it with a standard graham cracker crust, crumbed using the food processor.
I packed the grahams with butta and sugar into the pie tin. I let it get nice and toasty in the oven, it smelled so goooood. I think I have a soft spot for toasty graham cracker.
Then I made the filling, juicing enough limes for about 5 ounces of juice.
And damn were they gorgeous.
I combined that with condensed milk and eggs, poured into the crust, and let it bake until it firmed. It's always kind of tough to figure out if a key lime is done, but after much internet research I felt like I was in the clear.
I topped it with whipped cream, using old pastry tips we had lying around my parents house and a plastic bag ( the ol' stand by when you don't have a pastry bag)
There she is, in all her glory. Why I've decided its a female, I couldn't tell you. Reminds me of all those feminine nautical terms people use.
My dad loved it! My mom too, judging by the three pieces she had. I think we polished off over half the pie, and then my dad decided to take it to work to save us all. I can't remember ever liking key lime pie when I was younger, but things have definitely changed :D It complimented the steak sandwiches we had rather nicely.
It was great getting a chance to do something nice for my dad. It never really feels like you can repay your parents for raising you, clothing you, feeding you, and putting up with your teenage bullshit. It would probably take quite a few more pies than this, but I'm willing to keep at it.
Happy Father's Day, Ray Frey. Better start planning for your birthday, gotta top that key lime!