The Skillet Pie

As I sit here watching the Red Skins game (come on, I live in the area - I still cheer for the Eagles), I can't help but think of the pie sitting on the counter next to me.

I think it's flirting with me: every time I glance in its direction, it's staring at me. I think it just winked.

Whatever it's doing, it definitely wants me to come take a slice. But I must resist.

Why must I resist? Well...I'm going to Vegas this weekend. See, Sumo has to do a bit of traveling for work and this trip posts him in Prescott, AZ. Prescott is about 4 hours from Vegas. He was going to go alone, leaving on Monday and coming home on Wednesday - all of which his office would pay for. But he figured, if they are going to pay his way, why not take me and do the weekend in Vegas first.

Now, I don't gamble, and I'm not much of a drinker. Eating is my vice - I love food. So the fact that this pie is staring me down like IT wants to eat ME is just too, too much.

Maybe I should tell you about the pie. It's a peach pie, officially a galette, it we're being technical. I like to call it a pie though, it has a crust and it has a filling. That's a pie.

I made this one in my skillet. I've never cooked in anything except a pie pan before, so it was a new idea. The crust is free form, which gives it a really rustic look.

But the taste... I had it for breakfast yesterday, that's how good it is. The peaches are so soft and covered in their cinnamon-y, nutmeg-y, sugary goodness. Then the crust, it's flakey and crispy, and light and brown. Feel free to use any other adjectives that equal out to a delicious crust.

I'm trying not to cave. Each time I look at it, I want it more.

Maybe I'll just leave the room.