This is why we're not blogging today. We had the first annual Pie Social.
After sweating bullets over a Rose Levy Beranbaum tart recipe (I've decided that Rose Levy Beranbaum takes the joy out of baking with her charts), making a beautiful lemon curd, delicately tossing blueberries in sugar as to not break them and driving the tart to the Union Square office at like 15 miles an hour from Bernal Heights over hills and valleys, terrified it would slide around in the car and break, Robin showed up with her own creation called "Monkey Pie": Store-bought crust, sliced bananas, Jell-O chocolate pudding and ReddiWip.
And even I'll admit it: Her pie rocked. We all loved it best.
Just goes to show that being a baker-poseur isn't worth it.
My stomach hurts.