Ugly Peach Custard Pie

And it's ugly. Tastes good, but REALLY ugly. Oh well. I am famous for repeatedly stating that, "I am NOT a baker." While I've gotten better at it thanks to a chef-by-trade best friend, I somehow missed that trait in the family genes. Especially the part where the baked good is a picture perfect creation. Yeah...not my gift y'all.

Anyway, I had a million peaches from my peach pickin' adventure with E, so I decided that I HAD to make some baked goods. You cannot beat homemade pies and cobblers with fresh, locally grown peaches! My first baked good was a peach pie which I have zero pictures of. It tastes great but isn't so pretty to look look at anyway so you aren't missing out.

My second baked good was actually inspired by an Instagram post by one of my favorite bloggers, What I Wore. You can see her pic here: http://instagram.com/p/bwEp0Iqq7_/ I thought, I've got peaches to spare and haven't tried that, so I'll make it!

So a-googling a went and came across this easy peasy recipe from our friends at Good Housekeeping! It was Helen easy, y'all...especially because (shh) I had premade pie crusts ready to go. I know, I'm a cheater, but I'm so bad at baking that I take no shame in using short cuts wherever I need to in order to end up with something edible. Seriously, I tried to bake chocolate chip cookies from scratch once and they ended up tasting like some sort of horrible mix between cardboard, brick and salt. No. Good.

Anyway, this is how I made this yummy peach custard pie.

Peaches cut.

Toss with a 'lil sugar.

Blend egg, flour, sugar & butter!

Mix it all together and put it in the pie...

Make an ugly death star topper...

BOOM!

I know it's ugly, ya'll, but it tastes pretty darn good! It's definitely more rich in flavor and way more filling than a regular pie. I laughed at what I call the death star topper....I wanted something cute and after considering making a peach, a heart and various other shapes it was a star I decided on. It was good so I'll take it!

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