It’s Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent, and the more pious among us are
giving up meat, sugar, fat, and other indulgent dishes and ingredients until
Easter. It’s a tradition which mentally prepares the religious for the
resurrection of their savior. Even if you’re not religious, giving things up is
good for the soul. Asceticism is, after all, a way to focus on what’s really
important.
Yeah, but we’re not doing that. Instead of giving anything up, we’ve developed a
new addiction. Over the weekend, we baked crack pie, and three days after taking
our first bite, we’re finally ready to talk about it. Crack pie, folks. Crack
pie. It’s named like that because there ought to be a law against it. We’re here
to give you a taste of it.
A staple of NYC-based Momofuku Bakery & Milk Bar, crack pie is a variant of
chess pie, which, if you’re not familiar with it, is a traditional American
dessert which is best described as “pecan pie without any pecans.” Chess pie’s a
sweet, gooey, simple mess of sugar, butter, eggs, sometimes with cornmeal and
corn syrup.
Chess pie is delicious, but we could take it or leave it. It’s cloying, not
satisfying. But just like cocaine is the precursor to crack, chess pie is the
primitive, safer version of crack pie.
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