So, weeks and weeks ago, when I noticed it was nearly pi day, I decided that my next baking project should be a pie. In my weird systematic fashion, I began searching for a pie recipe to try. I'm sure you can guess that life got busy and I didn't get around to making it on or before March 14th, and clearly, I'm just getting around to posting about it now. Yeah, I know, I'm not a real blogger. Whatever. This is real life.
Here's the thing. It absolutely doesn't matter what day of the year it is, this pie is amazeballs. Make sure you cut small slices (ahem... husband...) or else it might kill you. It's a fat cruise to rich city, but it is oh so yummy.
It starts off with a cinnamony graham cracker-tasting pie crust. My husband hates cinnamon and thought it was a bit too strong of a flavor, but he's probably some sort of commie. The peanut butter filling is silky and makes your eyes roll back in your head. And the jelly on top is a punch of sweetness and makes the whole pie look like a jewel.
Unless you've got some sort of tragic peanut allergy, you'd be stupid not to try this pie. It's ridiculously delicious. Invite friends over to help you eat it. You'll want to eat it all, but you will get a stomachache. Don't say I didn't warn you.