Yesterday I made two more test pies– lavender and almond. Now I have learned that the lime juice is essential to the consistency of the pie. I’m assuming it’s the acid in the lime juice, because I diluted the new pies with milk, and they turned into something strongly resembling Chinese egg custard filling.
I made some mini pies. The results, so far:
Process: Just the egg yolk and sweetened condensed milk for filling. After filling the cups, I put raspberries on top.
Results: A very tasty mess. I baked for 10 minutes, which is what I’d given the mini key lime pies, except the raspberry pies never set. They were distinctly more gooey in the middle, where the raspberries were. I don’t think the problem was “too much juice,” per se, because there was plenty of juice in the original key lime recipe. I think the problem was that the raspberry juice wasn’t mixed into the rest of the filling, and only came out while it was baking.
A while ago, Josie mentioned that he is very fond of key lime pie, so I started looking into making one for him. Because I can’t help him at work, or mow his lawn, or fix his garage, or do any of the things he’s done to help keep me going, but I can make a pie. I mean, in theory. I used to make pies a lot, and this is just a graham cracker crust1.
I work here, sometimes.
Big Rock
For example, a policy that applies to everyone in theory, but disproportionately harms members of an oppressed group. Supporting that policy is supporting harming that group. Even if that’s not why you’re supporting it.
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I dunno, something I kinda want to say on Facebook, except
I’ve been sort of mulling something over recently. At Monday’s vigil, it seemed like quite a few of the women who came up to the mic said something like, “I’m bi, and I’m not sure if I belong in this community, I always felt like I didn’t belong anywhere.”
I remember being just out of college, in a new, big, city, a place that’s famous for its queer culture, and looking at the W4W on Craigslist and finding a giant wall of “no bi.” This was supposed to be the place to be, except I was clearly not wanted. And, at the time, I didn’t have the self-assurance, or life experiences, or even the concepts and vocabulary to push back against that message. So, instead of fighting it, I internalized it, made it part of how I saw myself and where I fit in the world.
In the 15 years since then, I’ve been able to acquire some of the tools I need to push back against those kinds of attitudes. I have more self-assurance, more life experience, I know about erasure and biphobia. And I got that from being around people who are talking about this, from listening and looking at my own experiences using the concepts I’ve learned. I think I’m still my own biggest doubter, but I’m getting better.
And I guess I thought that this happened because things were better now. I never really put it into words, but I thought that even though *I* still have all these doubts about my place in Queerness, they were a kind of relic. Except here are all these young women, and they’re saying the same thing. Maybe there’s change, but it isn’t reaching them when they need it.
WHAT SHE SAYS:
