We’ve all heard some perky pollyanna announce “when life gives me lemons, I make lemonade.” I strongly disagree!
I make lemon sour cream pie!
Let’s get this show on the road! A little preparation before the curtain goes up.
I prepare my favorite pie dough recipe drape it in a casual manner in my pie pan before I whisk it off for a little relaxation in the oven.
After baking according to instructions, he’s golden brown and ready to cool down.
With my trusty Microplane, I zest 3 lemons freshly harvested from the lemon tree in the guest bedroom.
Then they I give them a good juicing until I have 1/2 cup of liquid sunshine.
Tonight’s cast: staring in the title roles – lemon zest and 1/2 cup of lemon juice and 1 cup of sour cream. With 3 egg yolks, 1 cup of sugar, and 1 cup of milk. Tonight’s special guest star – 3 heaping tablespoons of cornstarch. And featuring 2 cups of heavy whipped cream.
The stage is set. The cream is whipped to fluffy peaks and joins the sour cream to wait in the fridge. Act one: the remaining ingredients find themselves tossed into a saucepan. The protagonist gently stirs them. Soon they realize that they are over medium heat with no way out! The cornstarch urges the group to put their differences aside and work together.
Constant stirring has unified the characters into a homogenous mixture of lemony deliciousness. When thick and creamy, it is removed from the heat to cool to room temperature as the curtain goes down.
Act 2 begins with the lemony mixture cool but unsure of its future. The sour cream is introduced and gently stirred until incorporated.
United, the mixture decides to take matters into their own hands and moves into the waiting pie crust.
The scene moves to the fridge where the pie chills for about an hour. The audience tidies up the kitchen a bit as the curtain comes down on act 2.
Act three: the pie emerges from the fridge feeling set but naked and alone.
Experimenting with various embellishments is fun, but, feels there is still something missing.
Just then, the fridge door opens wide. The whipped cream dashes out and confesses it’s undying love. With the pie’s consent, it tops the pastry in fluffy peaks of joy.
A bit of garnishing and they are ready to take on the world!
The curtain comes down on the final act to thundering applause. The pie eagerly awaits reviews.
The critics are brutal; Dissecting it with mathematical precision in generous radial slices.
I am reminded of that old theatre saying: r=C/2π = the area of a pie.
What does this reviewer think? It’s tangy; it’s creamy, it’s lemony with just the right hint of sweetness.
Other reviews say:
A sure hit!!
A “must eat” pie!
Tastier than Hamilton!
I see it sweeping the award ceremonies later this year!
Don’t miss it when it comes to a plate near you!