Last night we decided to pull out the tourtiere we had in the freezer to have for dinner. I looked up directions on how to warm up a frozen, but baked, pie and put in in the oven. The edges of the crust started to fall apart but I thought, eh, what the hell. It smelled absolutely DIVINE as it was warming up.
The boys don't care for toutiere so they'd eaten earlier. I heard them starting to fight over the computer so I bellowed for them to come into the media room where we were. I made them watch the beginning of the State of the Union. Good God but I love the pagentry of the introductions. I told them it was important to watch. They stood there obediently for awhile and then I told Leo that he had to let Owen have the computer for half an hour. Leo actually sat down with us and watched the speech until his exile was up. God I love that boy.
When the timer went off I scampered away from the speech to take the tourtiere out. I grabbed a kitchen towel and a pot holder and went to pick the pie up. It didn't seem to want to move. Hmmmm. So I grabbed a little harder and the whole thing crumbled into pieces.
I kid you not....pieces of fragrant tourtiere steaming and hissing all over the floor of my oven...with bigger pieces hanging delicately in the balance from the oven rack. Finally I realized what had happened and I laughed hysterically for some time. Nobody seemed interested so I just kept laughing to myself.
After our last Christmas party we had a leftover tourtiere or two. We nibbled on them til one was left and then we were pretty much tourtiered out. We decided to freeze one but we didn't one to give up the use of the glass pie plate it was baked in. So we froze it and then popped it out of the pie plate and wrapped it in foil. I assumed I would REMEMBER that we'd taken it out of the pie plate and would unwrap it and put it BACK in the damn pie plate.
When I unwrapped it, it was of course still frozen solid so it wasn't immediately apparent there was no pie plate. It seemed like a pie ready to go in the oven so in it went. However......evidently one CANNOT pick up a fully baked tourtiere with no pie pan beneath it.
I scraped what I could onto a cookie sheet and then we served it in bowls with a dollop of cranberry sauce and called it Tourtiere Crumble. It was delightful if I do say so myself....