Baked Sunday Mornings: Mississippi Mud Pie (A)

M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I. Okay, truth time, I never understood why it was so impressive that everyone learnt how to spell Mississippi in elementary school. Notoriously horrible speller that I am--more so now than then--I couldn't be bothered to care very much. I grew up in Texas, and knew how to spell Texas, and spent the remainder of my six year-old brainpower trying to learn how to draw the state of Texas. I always envied kinds who lived in square state, why couldn't I have been born in Colorado?

I guess I can blame my lifelong fondness for all things Southwest (and West Coast) for my lack of Mississippi Mud Pie experience. Seriously, have I never had one of these before? Because if I have, (A) it didn't taste like this (B) I don't remember it, resulting in (C) this pie was a freaking revelation. Mississippi Mud Pie is crazy delicious, even when you dial down on the burbon to make it more kid friendly.

I wish that I could tell you that I made my own ice cream for this project, but admittedly  migraines and end-of-year celebrations got in the way of my full-blown Martha. I used Häagen-Dazs (another unnecessarily difficult proper noun) coffee ice cream, and I don't think the pie was any worse off because of it. I know, Martha, I'm sorry. Next time.

By the way, that's what it looks like when you try to freeze a pie on top of a few jars of frozen preserves: lopsided. Lesson learned.