Eat, Drink and Be Merry…But Mostly Drink ;) : Pie Me a River of Cider

Pie crust topped apple cider! What is happening here???!!! Too much crazyness!!! Is it pie? Is it cider? As long as you don’t decide to do a word-merge in which you dub it Spider, we’re all good here 😉 (calling it apple pie-der however is perfectly acceptable). I mean, ok, I admit that this might not be quite as ingenious as the inventor of the chocolate chip cookie cup (and if you don’t know what I’m talking about check this out) in the arena of combining beverages with dessert. But think of this instead as the holiday version (because I most definitely cannot stress enough how terrible an idea it would be to pour hot apple cider into a crust that you’ve shaped into a mug. Unless you’re a) trying to drum up business for the burn unit at your local hospital or b) You think scars are cool and will make you popular with the ladies (or gentlemen) …in which case, have at it). To be honest, if you really want to be lazy here, you could just not even bother baking lattice pie crust cookies, you could just grab whatever cookie you have lying around (although maybe not dog cookies if that’s all you have. Beef flavouring and apple cider just don’t sound great to me. I’m sure Fido would still love it though 😉 ) that are large/ wide enough to cover the top of your mug and voilà! Instant instant cider and cookies. If you want a slightly more authentic taste though and a little more showmanship while still maintaining minimal effort, I recommend the pie crust route.

Apple cider is always one of those things I like in theory, but I never really think about it, so I almost never have it. Also, it seems like any commercially available cider is always so so sweet that I can literally feel the cavities forming on my teeth with each mouth scalding sip. Which is of course the other thing. For some reason it is always served at temperatures so high that it would even have the sun saying “Whoa dude! Excessive much with the heat? Let’s tone ‘er down a little and toss in some ice cubes for pity’s sake!” Maybe this is because, if it’s really bad cider, you won’t even know because your taste buds have been entirely burned off? Or maybe your local coffee chain is just trying to sell extra drinks. You know, you buy the crazy scalding cider, and then need a frappacino or something to restore your buccal thermal equilibrium (yeah, I just super nerded that up – go science!).

Much like dipping my gingerbread biscotti in gingerbread hot chocolate, this is like apple cider and apple pie. Now you might say this is overload, but if you say such a sacrilegious thing out loud, I take no responsibility for what happens to you. Those apple farming gangsters are not known for their sense of humour when it comes to apples. They might force you to walk around all day with crab apples in your cheeks à la Orr from Catch-22. They might then pour the aforementioned burning hot apple cider over your head. You just don’t want to mess with those guys, they’re completely unpredictable.