I say tomato, you say... corn pie?

Tomato corn pie, you say? Gross, right? but no, this is not only gross, it's the opposite of gross, delicious, which is super weird because half of it's ingredients i hate. Life's funny. Anyway today i was sleeping forever, then my mom busted down the stairs (i live in the basement now, cause it's like 10 degrees cooler) and was like, "I'm turning on the fans and going to the store, what do you want for dinner?" and i was like, you mean breakfast, and she was like, "No, something summer-y." and part of me is like, 'i just don't know, i can't fathom why someone would wake someone who comes home exhausted every day, and barely gets enough sleep as it is, up to turn on fans and ask them what they want to eat in 12 hours.' and the other part of me is like, 'Are you really surprised?' and no, i'm not. I don't think any random thing that comes out of my parents mouths can surprise me anymore. Especially not when they tell you that fixing your car isn't as expensive as they originally told you, and now understand why you don't want to drop thousands of dollars on a new one. Great, glad i woke up early every morning this week to go car shopping.

Anyway so i decide it's just best if i wake up, and tell my mom we're making this pie, then am immediately roped into going out and buying Popou a new VCR/DVD combo (he's moving up in life!). Long story short best buy had the wrong sign up and were shocked when i didn't want to spend 300 dollars on a piece of outdated equipment my 91 year old grandfather was going to break in a week anyway. so i bought a better one online and now pops has to wait a week to watch his pictures, what a life.

Then i go downstairs and Harvey is still tucked into my bedspread, sleeping her life away. I was like, "You're a bad influence Harvey." and she responded by shoving her head further into the blankets.

So at that point i started to make the buttermilk crust for our pie. Unfortunately somewhere in the kitchen is the stopper for the food processor, but not somewhere i know about. So i had to use my bandaged hand to cover it up, and still got flour everywhere.

If you're wondering why there's a small hole in my hand, the answer is Stigmata (It certainly isn't because i thought it would be a good idea to climb over a barbed wire fence into a golf course to see the sunrise. Adults don't do those types of things).  Anyway i pretty much grounded myself for a while, which is really for the best. Now i can get back to doing normal things like making delicious beer, and saving money. So anyway this pie...

is looking amazing. roll out your buttermilk pie crust, blanch some tomatoes, then immediately put in ice water.  cut out the seeds and juice, then layer them, corn, basil (from the garden!), salata y peppery, and chedder cheese.

And then we'll do it again!

So something you may not know: with this blog site you have to adjust your pics before you add them, because you can't after. Wah-waaaa. My internet is super slow right now, and there's just no fucking way i'm going to delete a picture of a circle because of the backround images, sO-SOrry. 

Roll out the top crust, trim the edges, and pour some butter on it (in the name of love).

Bake in preheated oven at 400 degrees for 30-35min. And...

Bam!

Melty, corn-y, delicious.