#352
PEACH SEEKERS JOSTLE
FOR EARLY CLINGSTONES THE ONES
with the stubborn pits
#351
Always Good to shop
with a large tote bag or two
and grab a basket
#350
A Blanket of dough
wrapped around a peach is the
one blanket you need
#349
a fine day for pie
sweet or savory just grab
a fork and sit down
#348
YOU'LL THANK ME FOR THE
BAGS OF FrOZEN RHUBARB WHEN
IT SNOWS AND THERE'S PIE
#347
Beyond the pie plate
stone fruit STEPS IN FOR FROSTING
adorns a pound cake
#346
Tis a pity, all
The pitting required for
Sour cherry pie
Tis a pity, all
The pitting required for
Sour cherry pie
#345
An upside down cake Nudges pie out of the way Tart-tongued rhubarb balks |
#344
Casual Pie-Day Because rhubarb's in town and Free-form is just fine |
#343
Three point one four day Point me in the direction of the nearest pie |
#342
Orange you glad when The mesh bag with your pie goods Doesn't have a tear |
#341
In fond memory Of my friend, Loretta, and Damn fine cherry pie |
#340
Oh, look at the time! It's stretchy pants o'clock and There's pie for breakfast |
#339
Sometimes pumpkin is Less than Gourd-eous in the pies of the beholder |
#338
Sooory to miss it Canadian Thanksgiving Eating pie alone |
#337
Cast iron bakeware Unlike Thanksgiving bakers Gets better with age |
#336
Peach pies pack their bags Leaving behind zucchini That nobody wants |
#335
Dog days of summer Sweet corn, fresh herbs, tomatoes Ice cold rolling pin |
#334
Power's still out so I can't make the coffee please Hand me that hand pie |
#333
For those who prefer Cheesecake to pie, there's a day It was yesterday |
#332
Carbon pie-oxide Incessant alarm will I Live to see day break |
#331
Biscuits love peaches and peaches love pies- sometimes in the same pie plate |
#330
May ebbs into June Not enough cherries for pie Just enough for cake |
#329
Armchair Traveler Crafter of craft cocktails and an open faced pie |
#328
Rhubarb pie pause and Craving crumb cake on a strange Mother's Day weekend |
#327
Mar'pril is now May Cutting board crime scene, I am A stalker of stalks |
#326
Welcome to week 5 Of baking in place, this week Pies, breads, and puddings |
#325
A crafty cabbage Instead of celebrations Filled with cake, not pie |
#324
Frozen fruit evokes Memories of a mentor Fine excuse for pie |
#323
Unusual days Coax us to be creative In pie and in life |
#322
Maybe it's just me But my pantry and fridge will never be pie-fect |
#321
In these crazy times Jazz hands hand pies for Pi(e) day But wash your hands first |
#320
Noshin' the taschen Triangular hand pies that Celebrate Esther |
#319
Volcanic sneezes From bed to kitchen miles No pie-ing today |
#318
Grand gestures of love Sweet cherries from Wisconsin Say it with flours |
#317
Meyer lemons and Sour cherries far better Than footballs, groundhogs |
#316
Mid-January Disgruntled gingerbread man Pines for December |
#315
In January As my meringue gently weeps Flapper/prairie pie |
#314
'Bye twenty nineteen Here comes twenty twenty as Fickle as meringue |
#313
Hanukkah cookies Meyer lemon rugelach After the latkes |
#312
No red no green just Pretty in pink grapefruit curd Buttermilk biscuits |
#311
By gosh by golly Royal icing why must you Be so difficult |
#310
Call off the pumpkins Pause on pecan and apple Sour cherry stash |
#309
Clean out your fridge day Falls on November fifteenth Don your rubber gloves |
#308
Making the pie shells Is only the half of it We have to fill them |
#307
Hello, November Hoping for half-priced Reese's Pie-mageddon lurks |
#306
Send in the clown from Shakespeare's The Winter's Tale to Bake a warden pie |
#305
Just as many pies No need for a kids table The kids are grown-ups |
#304
One pair stretchy pants Canadian Thanksgiving Giving thanks for pie |
#303
Open faced galette A theatre in the round of Fan-kicking sweet plums |
#302
Dreaming appeltaart Apple cake purgatory L'shanah tovah |
#301
Finally autumn Unleash the pumpkin floodgates Beware cold and flu |
#300
Harbinger of fall A well loved torte is east and just plum dandy |
#299
Taste memory is When your blueberry cobbler Tastes like summer camp |
#298
Still Pie-ing with a Riot of sweet summer fruit So back off, pumpkin |
#297
August twenty fourth A perfect day to plug in Your waffle irons |
#296
Just how much bourbon Goes into the caramel Depends on the day |
#295
Pie later but now Peach fritters spicy sugar Because it's Friday |
#294
Security pause Nothing to declare I swear Who me? Step aside? |
#293
Cornmeal dusted cheek Out damned olive oil spot! Need a vacation |
#292
Popovers baking Don't open the oven door To peek. Don't do it |
#291
Grill doused in showers Rain soaked peaches forced indoors Hello, cast iron |
#290
Wipe away the tears With your cleanest oven mitt Pie break-ups, the worst |
#289
Some berries are best When simply dressed and served with A side of pie crust |
#288
Coconut Cream Pride Because love is love is love And pie doesn't judge |
#287
A thief in the dawn Smuggles a slice of pie in Cloak of Tupperware |
#286
Surf's up, pool's open Distraction ruffle swimsuit After too much pie |
#285
Fresh Bluebarb pie is Guaranteed to stain that new White shirt you just bought |
#284
Uncommon plate mates King Arthur's yellow cake with A side of pie plant |
#283
One case rhubarb yields Two dozen lattice pies and Ten red stained fingers |
#282
Rhubarb's running late Forcing pie shells to sing the Out of season blues |
#281
Happy Passover Eat your macaroons but know They're not macarons |
#280
Happy Birthday to Edna Lewis, sung by a Chorus of pie birds |
#279
Hot blueberry pie Impatient hands, slice too soon Puddles on the plate |
#278
Once loved frozen fruit Frostbitten in the freezer Make room for rhubarb |
#277
Til' next year Pi(e) Day Getting down to Guinness and Happy Ides of March |
#276
Pineapple pie might Be just the ticket after Some green eggs and ham |
#275
Rommy taught us well Even in matters of the J-E-L-L-O |
#274
Phil hops the red eye On the eve of Groundhog's Day Then back to LA |
#273
Pie plates are loafin' Orange you glad there's citrus In January |
#272
Likely chance of snow Hunkering down to bake please Turn the oven on |
#271
It's my party and I'll pie if I want to or I just might cake walk |
#270
Thanks, Trader Joe's for The Meyer lemons sorry They rolled all over |
#269
Apple pie resolves To work off that double crust Galette-ing in shape |
#268
Pie-bye, December Don't let the oven door hit You on the way out |
#267
The gingerbread man Booked a flight to Boca the Day after Christmas |
#266
You didn't say there's Royal icing in my hair Until we got home |
#265
Leave it to Memphis For inspiring perfect Hanukkah doughnuts |
#264
Seven hundred and Seventy five pies later Three personal pies |
#263
Late to Friendsgiving Where's my Tupperware? This pie's Too hot to handle |
#262
Pie-standers love to Offer their opinion but Rarely bring dessert |
#261
Don't candy-coat it Halloween upstages pie For now, not for long |
#260
Dreams of appeltaart Enough already jet-lag That clock must be wrong |
#259
Security line Please don't make me miss my train Running, running, run... |
#258
Well hello, Oslo Don't let the world pass you pie Later, rolling pin |
#257
Why must you, Anjou? Pearful what you wish for or Face the 'sleepy' pear |
#256
Stealthy lemon seed The one that got away and Turned up in your pie |
#255
Mixer's on speed three When you think it's on speed one Need a fresh apron |
#254
'Til next time white shoes Miss you already peach pie Stop pushing, apple |
#253
Wordsmith Neil Simon Wrote of crackers before they Were hipster pie crusts |
#252
Said the pastry cream To the donut peach, you could Use a few sprinkles |
#251
A toast to Julia A birthday without a crepe Is just a meeting |
#250
Aren't nectarines Simply peaches without a Five o'clock shadow? |
#249
Excuse me, sheet pan Might I borrow you for pie? For dinner? No thanks |
#248
Fruit with a lake view Not quite the right pie plate but Success nonetheless |
#247
Sure, Carpe Fruit-em Pie them and scone them but please Don't squeeze them, they bruise |
#246
Don't wake the peaches Dozing in brown paper bags They're a bit fuzzy |
#245
Beneath the striped tent Cherry pies, Unicorn cake July 4th Bake-Off |
#244
Pie plates sleeping late Summer nectarines, cherries Come and galette it |
#243
June boasts strawberries Pile them high in shortcakes Fill tart shells, bake pies |
#242
Cherry stained fingers Pre-race day carbo-scone-ing Gorges Ithaca |
#241
Blue is bustin' out All over the pie plate and My clean white apron |
#240
All too short but sweet Local strawberry season Simply loverly |
#239
Meghan and Harry's Deconstructed wedding cake Waiting for my slice |
#238
Eatin' Eaton mess Instead of pigeon pie when Harry weds Meghan |
#237
Say it with bubbly Or bouquets in spring pinks or Rhubarb pie. Thanks, Mom. |
#236
Freckle-faced berries Warmed by the sun, sweetest when Eaten out of hand |
#235
Pie meets drip cake and Wonders- did someone leave the Cake out in the rain? |
#234
Crunch time is taxing Slice of pie, cup of coffee Spiral expense book |
#233
Hopeful for spring pie The only thing in season Is snow, not rhubarb |
#232
It's not spring until Mother Nature says it's spring So stop your whining |
#231
Lemon meringue and Gingerbread sit at the bar They order Guinness |
#230
Less snow, more spring, please Citrus splashes pies and tarts Forkfuls of sunshine |
#229
Poor Hamantaschen Now sporting sprinkles, longs for Poppy seeds and prune |
#228
Kumquats are pie shy Yet perfectly bittersweet It's just the damn seeds |
#227
A true pie-fecta Chocolate, cherries, cheesecake 'Til next time Cupid |
#226
On one's ninetieth No debate, Pie vs. Cake A little of each |
#225
Ziploc bags of spring Squirreled away in deep freeze You don't scare me, Phil |
#224
National Pie Day Don't confuse it with Pi Day Both fine days for pie |
#223
Need pie-spiration Mrs. Beeton's Cookery And Meyer lemons |
#222
In January Down jackets, upturned collars The sass of citrus |
#221
Two thousand eighteen Resolutions don't apply To slices of pie |
#220
Watch your step, pie bird You've landed amidst pie crust Artful, not humble |
#219
As you celebrate Wishing you pie-dings of joy Lashings of merry |
#218
Happy Hanukkah Beware the box grater when Making your latkes |
#217
Pie might turn a Grinch Into a Cindy Lou Who With just one forkful |
#216
When doughnut dough opts To twist then loaf in a pan We call it Babka |
#215
Grateful on Friday For three kinds of breakfast pie Followed by a nap |
#214
Pie-1-1 Hotline Embrace the humble in pie And find the laughter |
#213
Don't squash my pie dreams Step gingerly towards the gourd We call butternut |
#212
Pie-vember slinks in Pins rolling, flour flying And away we dough |
#211
Peariodically You just need a fistful, not An entire pie |
#210
One coast's cinnamon Is another's cardamom Feel the heat, spice girls |
#209
I yam what I yam Sweet, spiked with bourbon and just A little nutty |
#208
When you're pear contraire It's crust a matter of time Before apple wins |
#207
Don't rush things, Pumpkin Let's stop and smell the apples And the raspberries |
#206
Show me the honey And the apple cakes, I'll show You a challah-day |
#205
High Holidays lurk Apples, honey, cider, pies Tell me, what's the Rosh? |
#204
Stone fruit's last hurrah You think I can't you see you but I see you apple |
#203
Hey there, September As summer rolls into fall It's time to peach out |
#202
Hungry not hungry Comfort in a custard pie Sorry, not sharing |
#201
When buttercream tiers With fondant blooms just won't do Then here comes the pied |
#200
Ice cream in August Happily teamed with pie or Twisted, dipped, dripping |
#199
Practice what you peach Preferably in a tart Filled with almond cream |
#198
Far better than work A weekend in the country Baking pie with friends |
#197
Bitter is better Aperol orange with ice Or chiffoned in pie |
#196
Set me free clingstone You just keep me hangin' on Not peachy. Not keen. |
#195
Where is the meat pie? London always seems to say, "Out of that today" |
#194
Star-spangled flavors Cherries, rhubarb, and bitters 4th of July pie |
#193
Craving deep-dish peach Peel a cookbook from the shelf Springform standing by |
#192
Stone fruits of summer Smooth nectarine, fuzzy peach Both cobbler worthy |
#191
Red carpet high heels Raspberry stained fingertips You can dress her up... |
#190
Welcome, month of June Doughnuts have a holiday Brides. Pies. Prom-posals. |
#189
Memorial Day Pie shells pleading for summer Gladly sing the blues |
#188
Good hot black coffee And a slice of cherry pie Welcome to Twin Peaks |
#187
Happy Mother's Day Eat some pie for breakfast. Why? Because I said so. |
#186
Chocolate and nuts Jockeying for position With bourbon, in pie |
#185
Other than summer It's the most wonderful time Of the year to pie |
#184
Ribbons of rhubarb Welcome spring's leading lady And Hello, Dolly |
#183
Holidays linger But don't worry- be hoppy Mom's Day not til May |
#182
Not a Peep from me Push the pause on pate brisee Make mine macaroon |
#181
Weary of apples Some days a pie whisperer Others, pie screamer |
#180
When pies and cakes pose More than four questions, might I Suggest a fruit bowl? |
#179
When you're pie, not beer Not so easy being green On St. Patrick's Day |
#178
Hamantaschen are The original handpies Name them for the queen |
#177
Countdown to Pi(e) day But first- a hat wearing cat And pineapple pie |
#176
Sunday night viewing The Oscar goes to popcorn Poor Twizzlers see red |
#175
Be still my sniffles Cold remedy by the slice Kleenex by the box |
#174
A nod to Mozart For Galentine's, Valentine's Chocolate, nuts, rose |
#173
Punxsutawney Phil Again, dashes dreams of spring My thoughts turn to pie |
#172
Well hello, Phyllo Orange you available? For pie? It's a date. |
#171
Field trip biscotti Is more portable than pie Bring your own coffee |
#170
It's my party and I'll pie if I want to, please Pass the Cheesy Puffs |
#169
Purpose of your trip? Pub crawl, pie crawl, bacon, cheese Toronto New Year |
#168
Pause the rolling pin Pistachio buttercream Yellow cake. Birthday. |
#167
Just itchin' to ice An ugly Christmas sweater Holiday bake-off |
#166
When Hanumas lurks And weather outside's frightful Brrr-bon brown butter |
#165
The Windy City It's pie kind of town, Chi-town It's also too cold |
#164
A respite between Thanksgiving and Mistletoe Peanut Butter Pie |
#163
Happiness is pie For breakfast on the Friday After Thanksgiving |
#162
I remember when Turducken and Cherpumple Were hip. That was then. |
#161
Please pass the pumpkin In a blind-baked pie shell and Not as a latte |
#160
Happy Guy Fawkes Day! Remember, remember the Cognac and Ginger |
#159
Pining for Provence And inching towards Pie-vember Hurry- Quince me quick! |
#158
Caught you red handed Tarte Tatin begs oven mitts Told you it was hot |
#157
Woman on the verge Of a boeuf-butter breakdown Pass the galette, please |
#156
Brits prefer their pies Less sweet, more savory but Save room for puddings |
#155
Surprise! Apples in The apple cake and honey In the honey cake |
#154
Playing with pie dough Someone's at the kitchen door Knock knock. Who's there? Fall. |
#153
Pie indecision No one loves an apple when They really want peach |
#152
Don't forget your lunch! There's peanut butter unless That's just not your jam |
#151
Back-to-school biscuits Just a little bit corny September again |
#150
Gin, splash of tonic In a Walkers shortbread crust No oven. Serve chilled. |
#149
With each forkful of Raspberry rhubarb pie I'm Closer to the gate |
#148
Slab pie is merely Thinking outside the pie plate And forks? Optional |
#147
Suddenly August Sweet yellow peaches are scarce Blame February |
#146
Peaches? Not peachy But there is something borrowed, Something blueberry |
#145
A day at the peach Clingstone, freestone, yellow, white Better with bourbon |
#144
Toasty meringue and Ice cream pie with fudge when it's Too darn hot outside |
#143
Twelve thousand new friends On the lawn at Tanglewood Share a slice of pie |
#142
A splash of bourbon In cherry pie, considered Old-fashioned by some |
#141
Ithaca's Gorges Running from the hiccup guy Towards the Bluebarb pie |
#140
Peace of pie- flavors As vivid as a rainbow Beneath cornmeal crumb |
#139
You say Campari I say Negroni, Kool says Celebrate Good Times |
#138
Beneath the lattice In an unassuming pie Revenge can be sweet |
#137
Note to self again Remember- the pies just baked Are not what they wan |
#136
They tell me to chill So I will- with a double Scoop of gelato. |
#135
After several Glasses of Chianti, I Now speak Italian. |
#134
Seattle Sister Pens this week's post because she's Home and I am not. |
#133
What? There's pie to eat In London and Tuscany? Fine. If you insist. |
#132
Let my people go And eat a little flour Or we'll be cranky |
#131
Why Elijah, why Is my box of matzoh meal Always expired? |
#130
Rhubarb's back in town As sassy as a tart tongued Cell phoning patron |
#129
Never a Girl Scout Please Sir, I want Samoa Scouts are smart cookies |
#128
Hamantaschen and Bunnies hoppin'- I'm falling Down the rabbit hole |
#127
Lucky, lucky me Bring on the Hamantaschen With a side of Peeps |
#126
Love you, loathe you March Shamrocks, Hamantash, Bunnies Celebrate Pi(e) Day! |
#125
Celebrating Seuss Red and white hats, green eggs, ham The Doctor is in |
#124
Life gives you lemons And also limes so it helps To have a juicer |
#123
The berries you bought For a week's worth of breakfasts? Baked into biscuits |
#122
Love is in the air And the powdered sugar which Takes my breath away |
#121
On a bumpy flight But it's out of my control I'm just the pie-lette |
#120
You know I'd love to But if I help shovel snow Who will bake the pie? |
#119
Wait- you're telling me That's a freezer, not a fridge? I thought it felt cold... |
#118
Where are my sweat pants? Boston boasts more than cream pie Skinny jeans don't lie |
#117
Don't pie for me, Sir The truth is my downfall was The wayward gravel |
#116
Ringing in the New Boozy cakes and tipsy pies I'll be fast asleep |
#115
Ho-Ho-Ho... Oh No! I turned off the oven, right? I'm certain. I think. |
#114
When mixing meringue It's a marshmallow world so Be sure to wear white |
#113
I'd love to attend Responded the humble pie I'll dress as a tart |
#112
Kugel meets latke In a cast iron skillet Hanukkah pie, sweet! |
#111
Pie-lapalooza Pumpkin and Wild Nut and A sliver of Mince |
#110
Don't mince words, Pumpkin You want your pie baked Thursday? Doesn't everyone |
#109
Pass the pate brisee Five hundred pie shells to roll Never mind, I'm sick |
#108
Dear Apple and Pear, Might I tag along with you? Signed, Your Cousin, Quince |
#107
Déjà boo again Costume parade snakes through town Happy Halloween |
#106
I can't quite hear you How do you spell your name, please Hello? Hello? Click. |
#105
If the Great Pumpkin Was truly great, my pie would Be gourd-geous, no cracks |
#104
When pie peeps gather Best to observe the dress code Wear your stretchy pants |
#103
Goin' to Grapeland Where the air smells purple and Concords fill the pies |
#102
Anjou, Bosc, Bartlett People turn pearsnickety When they want apple |
#101
Need a co-pie-lette GPS says, "You are here." Lies. There's nothing here. |
#100
After the umpteenth Honey cake and apple cake Happy New Year pie |
#99
Squabbling over The last peach pies of summer Bring on the apples |
#98
Maine slip and fallin' May Day! May Day! Goin' down... Pie-buprofen, please |
#97
Farewell fuzzy peach Welcome sweet-tart plums Not so fast, pumpkin |
#96
Now it's very clear Seasons change and so do pies Bye bye summer crew |
#95
Ode to the white peach Perfectly eaten in hand Or in a biscuit |
#94
Birthday Surprise Pie Hidden so very well I Can't remember where |
#93
Pie plate real estate Summer sublets of stone fruit Make mine pineapple |
#92
Congratulations! You are the proud parents of... Slice the pie and see |
#91
It's just peachy when Caramel and Sriracha Join the pie party |
#90
Happy July 4th Fireworks of fruit, but please Don't ask for apple |
#89
Sweet fruits of summer I love you by the bushel Puzzled by the peck |
#88
Ithaca's gorgeous Not a pie-athlon merely A race through the hills |
#87
Pie baker by day Trades kitchen clogs for heels on Tony Awards night |
#86
Pie plate destiny Cherries swingin' on a stem Beware the stray pit |
#85
Squooshed on train and street Do not jostle this bag, Sir It holds George's pie |
#84
Impatient baker Served fresh strawberry puddle The pie's too darn hot |
#83
What's your sign? he asked Don't tell me... is it Pie-ces? No. Butter fingers. |
#82
Have pie will travel To the LA Pie Social Bring your rolling pin |
#81
House of Pies beckons Unable to resist I Choose a slice to go |
#80
Not a baker's bench A park bench beneath spring skies Just as sweet as pie |
#79
Celebration Pie For sweet Blondilocks and Pa Please save me a slice |
#78
Butterscotch Pecan Aptly named Distraction Pie Because- where was I? |
#77
Meringues, macaroons Reese's peanut butter eggs On sale on Monday |
#76
You're no bunny til' Some bunny loves rhubarb more Than marshmallow peeps |
#75
Post Pie Day Hoopla Biscuits with bacon and eggs Maple syrup side |
#74
Pie Socializing Three point one four one five day Hold on to your fork |
#73
Pass the poppy seeds Hamantaschen, Purim Pie Way to go, Esther |
#72
If there is no pie Then there is no happiness A slice of wisdom |
#71
And the winner is... Nutella- by the spoonful Or baked in a pie |
#70
Stupid Cupid, set Me free from the bakery Don't you have a heart? |
#69
When is it pie time? When the clock strikes After Eight Or when I say so |
#68
Hey! Snow Day! I want A do-over. One day more To bake pie in peace |
#67
National Pie Day Random acts of pie-ness, yes Share pie with a friend |
#66
Where's the Quiet Car? Prague to Vienna, best to Look out the window |
#65
Kaffee kulture means Coffee in a paper cup Is a rarity |
#64
Oodles of strudels Steamy cocoa topped with 'schlag' Winter holiday |
#63
Cindy Lou Who bakes Rugelach for Hanukkah Honestly, who knew? |
#62
Red royal icing Pales in comparison with The red of my nose |
#61
Roll out the jolly It's all about the cookies Well earned Pie-atus |
#60
Beware the thin slice Don't let Ellen cut the pie Happy Thanksgiving |
#59
Pie Anxiety When you wake to find your dream Is reality |
#58
Not in a good way The cinnamon scented broom Takes my breath away |
#57
Pie-oh-neer Women Unafraid of Thanksgiving Keep rolling along |
#56
You say potato I say yam and bourbon and Brittle on the side |
#55
One for the Baker Is why a Baker's Dozen Is thirteen not twelve |
#54
Beware the sharp knife When prepping quinces for pie Espresso can wait |
#53
I just can't help it Gluten free mini cupcakes Make me plum crazy |
#52
The long, winding road Leads to chocolate walnut When pears are not ripe |
#51
The apple cake sticks In the non-stick Bundt pan try Apple pie instead |
#50
And when the rains came Commercial plastic wrap saved The pies from drowning |
#49
How do you keep her In New Jersey now that she's Seen Rensselaerville? |
#48
Jell-O and Cool Whip Cozy in a pie shell but Nellie and Joe win |
#47
A pie tour you say? Where is Ellen to play judge? Unavailable |
#46
Can I have a job? Cover letter, Resume It's Boston Cream PIE? |
#45
Gone to read and write See you in September, please Turn off the oven |
#44
Hey! It's your birthday But you ate all the peaches Sigh... No pie for you |
#43
Fresh raspberry pie? Swedish Chef nods bork! bork! bork! And serves Snozzberry |
#42
Lattice be pie pals Cherry said to apricot Won't crimp your style |
#41
Don't say I never Baked you your very own pie Happy Father's Day |
#40
Elbow meets oven Hip meets corner of table Baker black and blue |
#39
Guilty cried the Judge What is my crime, Your Honor? No pie for the Judge |
#38
Rhubarb is not fruit It's a vegetable that stained My new white shirt red |
#37
No pie on Pesach Coconut macaroons will Rise above the rest |
#36
Here comes cherry pie There goes the white tablecloth Where is the stain stick? |
#35
Challenging road trip Poor tire flat as pie dough Pass me the 'donut' |
#34
Could not did not sleep Now it's half past dark thirty Time to make the pies |
#33
Mile High Pie, Sigh Wish I were in New Orleans It's not snowing there |
#32
Non-stick cooking spray I loathe thee You're slippery Whoops drop whoops drop whoops |
#31
Distracted baker Add the powder, soda, salt Wait. Didn't I just...? |
#30
Pizza pie perches On the roof of my car for Just a second, whoops... |
#29
He says I'm kneady I thought we were just peachy Truth is, he's flaky |
#28
My Cherry amour Pretty little pie that I Adore a la mode |
#27
On July the 4th Proclaim your pie dependence Red, white, blueberry |
#26
Fresh raspberry pie? Swedish Chef nods bork! bork! bork! And serves Snozzberry |
#25
Lattice be pie pals Cherry said to apricot Won't crimp your style |
#24
Don't say I never Baked you your very own pie Happy Father's Day |
#23
Elbow meets oven Hip meets corner of table Baker black and blue |
#22
Smoke gets in your eyes When you think the pie plate is Deep dish but it's not |
#21
Uncork the champagne Slice up the strawberry tart No more tuition |
#20
Graduation Pie Two parts pineapple one cream Magna Rum Laude |
#19
No breakfast in bed Baking pies all the day long Where's my Mimosa? |
#18
What'll it be Pal? cinco de Mayo Pie-oh And a whipped cream shot |
#17
Guilty cried the Judge What is my crime, Your Honor? No pie for the Judge |
#16
Rhubarb is not fruit It's a vegetable that stained My new white shirt red |
#15
No pie on Pesach Coconut macaroons will Rise above the rest |
#14
Here comes cherry pie There goes the white tablecloth Where is the stain stick? |
#13
Mr. Oven Man Thank you Three fifty is now Really Three fifty |
#12
Challenging road trip Poor tire flat as pie dough Pass me the 'donut' |
#11
Could not did not sleep Now it's half past dark thirty Time to make the pies |
#10
Three point one four day Is just around the corner Pre-heat your oven |
#9
Mile High Pie, Sigh Wish I were in New Orleans It's not snowing there |
#8
Non-stick cooking spray I loathe thee You're slippery Whoops drop whoops drop whoops |
#7
Snowmageddon falls I will shovel then eat pie And curse the Groundhog |
#6
Distracted baker Add the powder, soda, salt Wait. Didn't I just...? |
#5
Pizza pie perches On the roof of my car for Just a second, whoops... |
#4
Apple Cinnamon Kindred to pie and strudel Bagels? Not so much |
#3
Grapefruit seeks pie shell Meringue loves only lemon Grapefruit sits alone |
#2
Holidays be still My rolling pin is weary January. Sigh |
#1
Why do I forget The left-handed oven mitt It has a hole. Ouch |