On the eve of Thanksgiving, many signs pointed me to the direction of the piecaken. The NY Times article, a random link to the same article from my brother, a sense of excitement and danger planning on making a last minute dessert to bring to Grammie's, being way too tired to be doing this (I started at 9:30pm)—you know, all the signs of greatness. This is a blackberry pie baked inside of a vanilla cake, with a chocolate espresso frosting. It was delicious. And took forever to cook. More than 2 hours.
I has some expert tips from from my go-to foodie resource and good friend Action Hero, who has made several of these. She warned me of the long cooking time, and suggested a pumpkin pie/spike cake combo, and advised me to avoid the fruit pie, but I threw caution to the wind. Pete reported from the store what was available for pies, we decided on blackberry, and he picked that up and two yellow box cake mixes, and I made the frosting. I think you need to decide your pie flavor first and go from there. This is so crazy I would not make it from scratch. That would make me sad and take the comedy out of it and replace it with swearing.
I know this photo is pretty unattractive, but you know, the whole thing is weird, so I'm not going to try and make it look pretty. The internet is full of this unholy, yet magical creation. It's really debatable if just a piece of cake and a piece of pie on a plate together would be better, but the drama of cutting into this was worth it.
