For the record, I was asked to bring an Italian rice pie or a cheesecake to Easter brunch at my cousin's house.
AN Italian rice pie or A cheesecake.
And this is what I baked today:
Pardon the mess. I like to bake. I don't so much like to clean.
Anyway. Yes, that's eight of them. Now, granted, they're ONLY 8" tarts…so…you know…that's not really a lot, now, is it?
Four are rice, by the way, and four were made with barley. I'd found a recipe for a Neopolitan Easter Pie, and you could sub barley (which I had) for the wheat (which I didn't have), so that's what I made, and then I subbed rice for the wheat/barley in the recipe and made it that way for the others. And so yeah, I have 8 Easter pies.
Well, okay, now I only have 6. I gave one to our neighbor next door, and one to the older couple across the street. I also keep spying on our friends' house across the street so that as SOON as I see the other car pull in to the driveway, I can rush over and force a pie on them. And that'll leave me with only 7. If I keep one (which I have to – I already cut a slice to make sure it didn't taste awful. It doesn't) then that'll leave me with 4…and I could just bring all four and "forget" to take the leftovers home with me. There's a thought.
Anyway, I MIGHT be back later with the recipe for this pie, but I figure you've already got your plans all set for Easter, if you celebrate Easter, that is, and so my last-minute pie isn't going to change things. At least I hope not. You'll be baking all night! Don't do it! Resist!
I'm tired. I'm pied out for now. Talk to you later.