Did I mention that I got asked to join a cooking club? No? Well that’s probably because I’ve only gone once and the only cooking I had to do involved drinking multiple saki-bombs while watching someone else roll sushi for us. I guess that’s not really cooking. That’s called awesome. Which is why I thought this club was perfect for me. That is, until they told me April’s theme was eggs and that I actually had to cook something.

Damn. Should have known it was too good to be true.

Still, I knew there would be booze involved so I figured I would just have to summon my inner domestic diva and whip up something amazing to blow the group away. In other words, I called my mom for help.

Lemon Meringue pie is not exactly the best choice for a novice cook like myself. All I knew was that it used both egg yolks and whites and that my mom makes it every year for my dad’s birthday.

I made sure to documented my cooking, just in case the pie turned out SO amazing that no one believed I actually made it. Because clearly, I want that credit.

All the ingredients necessary to make Lemon Meringue pie.

Egg yolks and whites. Separated by yours truly.

Freshly squozen lemons.

And lemon rindes

An adorable mother. Clearly she is sweet as sugar.

Some blending courtesy of the Kitchen Aide. That shit's the bomb!

Into the oven they go.

and, TA DAH! Pie!

So, now I am sure you are wondering if the pie actually tasted as good as it looked, right?

Well… it tasted as good as it “looked.” Past tense. I made the pie on Saturday and by Sunday evening the meringue had separated from the lemon.

Yes, as a matter of fact that is a spoon to serve the pie with. What? Your pies aren't soupy too?

Eff.

At least I tried.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – if you want to see all of the super yummy, non-runny, egg-citing dishes that my cooking club made, click on over to my friend Summer’s blog (I know what are the chances of two Summer’s being friends AND in the same cooking club?). Oh, and the talented Bake – a – Holic Summer also does catering. Just saying.

Summer Cooking AKA Drinking club, Loved One(s)