Even with a slightly overworked, overhydrated crust; even with the discovery that I could not find my jar of pie weights and would thus have to rely on the backup pie weights (what sort of person loses an entire quart jar of metal pie weights? what sort of person keep backup pie weights, in the form of washed-and-dried cherry pits, in the event that an entire quart jar of metal pie weights goes missing?); even with a kitchen so packed to the gills with clutter that we can't eat dinner in it; even with all this, tonight my four favorite words in the English language are vanilla bean buttermilk pie.
