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pieratecas answered your question: here’s a question for you tech savvy people: you...

It’s the people displayed on your chat bar at that moment

is it though? Because it was bringing people up that aren't EVER on my chat bar.

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pieratecas replied to your post: BRB PUKING

Ugh I might have to join you in the puking…..

You might join me for the second round too! x

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500 words (well, 528) about pie, requested by pieratecas. I hope you like it!

Making a pie is an exact science.

The first step in every recipe is the oven, which should be preheated to 350 degrees Fahrenheit, or 180 degrees Celsius. I don’t believe anyone measures temperature in Kelvin for cooking, but for reference’s sake: 450 degrees Kelvin.

For the crust: 2 and a half cups of all-purpose flour. 2 sticks worth of unsalted butter, cubed, cold. It has to be cold or the crust won’t be perfect.  A pinch of salt and a pinch of sugar, and 6 tablespoons of ice water- more if it’s not quite the right consistency. Knead the butter carefully into the flour and water, with your hands ideally but a spoon or mixer would work. Separate the dough into two bowls, cover with cling wrap, and keep it in the fridge until the filling’s ready.

The filling is the most challenging part of any pie, mainly because people are incapable of deciding unanimously on a flavor. This pie will be a pecan pie from a recipe I found on food.com – and though I was initially concerned that the recipe’s creator described it as ‘Utterly Deadly’, I’ve since been informed that this is just a testament to the pie’s superiority (a statement that I now agree with wholeheartedly): 1 cup of sugar and 1 and a half cups of light corn syrup heated together on the stove for 2 or 3 minutes. 4 eggs lightly beaten in a large bowl, then slowly added to the corn syrup mixture. ¼ cup of soft butter, 1 and a half teaspoons of vanilla extract, and 1 and a half cups of coarsely-chopped pecans stirred in becomes the final product.

Out of the inestimable number of ingredients in this world, these particular ingredients were chosen. Out of the myriad of ways they could possibly be combined, they were combined in this particular order with these particular measurements. And, when assembled and baked (40-60 minutes), it created an Utterly Deadly Southern Pecan Pie, and will continue to create this exact pie each time these ingredients are combined in this way, for as long as these ingredients exist to be combined and as long as people exist to combine them.

Making a pie truly is a science. But the moment it comes out of the oven, it becomes an art form dedicated to sensory experience. The intoxicating aroma which fills the nearby rooms; the perfectly golden crust that practically glows, rich like the treasures of pirates; a consistency prized by the best in the culinary field; and the most rewarding of all, the taste. These are the immediate senses regarding the pie itself. The senses I find ultimately more enjoyable are the ones experienced by others. Bright, honest, youthful smiles appearing on the faces of grown men as I serve them each a generous slice. Throaty noises of appreciation elicited by the very first bite. Words of thanks mumbled over a precariously-loaded fork.

I like to think that daily victories (like making a perfect pecan pie) are the ingredients that, when combined in particular ways with particular measurements, create a decently accurate representation of how we each perceive the value of living.