Ghostbusters' Ectoplasm Tarts

My feet are covered with mud and Mr. C is busy wiping down the armor - all in all, we had a lovely time at Fan Expo. We'll have to talk more about that later. Right now, it's time for something spooky.

Apple Meringue Tarts

Over the weekend, my internet disappeared. Well, not so much "disappeared" as "turned on and off incessantly until finally blowing up my poor laptop".

It really got ugly all up in here.

Yam Buttermilk Pie

You've just created an amazing and unique cake. It took a lot of time and effort, but it's worth it. Your friends and family rave about it. Your grandmother asks for the recipe. You get a bazillion hits on your blog. The world thinks your a genius. 

But they don't know your secret shame. Your own personal nightmare. Every time you open up that fridge, you are haunted. Ingredients from recipes past are shoved into the back corner. It's a horrific food mausoleum. What ever are you going to do with those maraschino cherries, that quarter cup of heavy cream, and that bit of old fondant? You close the door and forget about it, but the skeletons keep piling up in your cold closet. You've got to end this never ending cycle. There is only one thing that can help you now.