She’s, like, perfect. AND she markets that perfection so effectively. Ella (you may remember her from my first quiche post as my auxiliary common sense) posted a link on my facebook wall about a pop up pie shop in the west village that Martha Stewart was putting on to promote her book Martha Stewart’s New Pies and Tarts: $3 mini-pies and tarts with a limit of one per customer, one weekend only. Of course we had to go.
The place was infuriatingly adorable and the pies in the window were disgustingly perfect. I like to pretend that I know a lot about pie, but really this blog is an learning experiment for me more than anything else and let me tell you: next to Martha Stewart, I know nothing. I mean, there are probably lots of people who can say that about a lot of things, but that’s not the point.
So I ordered her chewy chess pie and Ella and Katie got the vegetable tart. I tasted the vegetable tart and it was de-lish. I did not want to like my chess pie, but one bite and I just wanted to let it sit there on my tongue forever. It was a lot like crack pie in that it tasted like butter and brown sugar had a baby together, but it didn’t have that crazy, slightly sickening edge to it that crack pie does. It was so good. We sat on rustic stools surrounded by cherry blossom branches and vintage pie tins hanging on the wall and read Martha Stewart’s wedding magazine while eating our delicious pie. It was a perfectly girly afternoon.
I didn’t buy the cookbook, not because I didn’t really, REALLY want it, but because I didn’t have enough cash with me. As I flipped the pages of the book I couldn’t afford, with the signed book plate in the font cover, I realized that there are some people who are so perfect that you can’t hate them.
(Originally Posted 3/27/11)