PIE MANIA!

THE PREPARATION: Bored on a lazy Saturday afternoon, we decided to move away from the realm of apples and into an exciting new part of the fruit kingdom. Thanks to our current pie kick, we were already furnished with all the proper ingredients for pie crust. So, armed with bags, we made our way to Kline Commons (the dining hall) and casually pilfered ten or fifteen peaches (no ghetto-ass cooking is complete without a little larceny). These peaches, while too bruised and battered to satisfyingly complement a meal, were perfect for pie filling. They were practically asking to be taken.

THE CREATION: We rolled the dough on a dorm table, which we cleaned and floured, meanwhile enlisting the help of several common room lurkers to help. Without a rolling pin, this entails patting and pulling the dough until it seems thin enough. Nothing is wrong with thick pie crust, which is usually the result of this method.

To top off the latticed crust, we made an effigy of Gregor Samsa out of dough and put it on top.

The peach filling turned out to be a little more problematic than we'd anticipated - most recipes call for ascorbic acid or tapioca, neither of which we had, so we just tossed in some flour, sugar, and cinnamon. This resulted in a less-than-ideal liquid filling, but honestly, how can you go wrong with peaches, flour, sugar, butter, and cinnamon?

THE CONSUMPTION: The scents wafting from the oven made us too ravenous to wait for the pie to cool. With the help of some ice cream that we'd liberated from Kline (Maple Walnut and Vanilla), we devoured the pie, chasing the steaming peaches with spoonfuls of chilly, melting ice cream. Needless to say, another delicious creation that was gone before sunset.

Note the common room lurkers, rewarded with a share of the feast