First Taste of Summer

So, I made a tomato pie last night. I had some cheese that needed to get eaten. I had bought tomatoes from Costco last week, and I had just two weeks ago thrown away rotten tomatoes from my last Costco run. Determined to learn from my mistakes and make better use of household finances, I decided not to let these go to waste. So anyway, since all I needed to buy was a pie crust, I thought a tomato pie would be a great idea. (Those of you who are right now pointing out that I probably did have flour and eggs and butter in the house, and most likely a pie plate, so why not just make the crust myself? Well, I may be good, but I ain't THAT good!) It is almost summer, and fresh tomatoes are one of the best things about summer.
I got home, got all my ingredients together, prepped everything, and assembled my pie. Just the sight of the unbaked pie was making my mouth water. When Bryant got home, he put it in the oven. Oh my, how delicious it made the house smell! We had our time with Reeves, put him down, and pulled out the pie. It looked even better than before. We were so excited! And then I cut (read: tried to cut) into it. I might have gone just a bit overboad with the cheese and mayo mixture. It was more like we were having tomato and cheese chowder, but WAY thicker. Luckily, neither B nor I are sticklers for a food's appearance, as long as we know what went into it. So we spooned out tomato mixture onto our plates. I chopped up some more tomatoes just to compensate for the massive amount of cheesy goodness.
In the end, it all worked out fine, but I am a bit disappointed in myself. I have never been a big "by the recipe" follower in the kitchen, but today, after looking over some tomato pie recipes, I realize that although my ingredients were spot on, my proportions were hopelessly out of whack. Well, that, and I now realize I was supposed to bake the pie crust before filling it. But I know now, and I'll just have to keep practicing. Shouldn't be hard as long as my tomato plants start producing soon. (Fingers crossed.)
One thing this did make me think of was, of course, Reeves. (Funny how almost anything can make you think of your children.) Bryant asked me if there was a way to make it so that Reeves could have it. I suppose I could try. I would have to use soy mayo and soy cheese, and it could work. But then aren't you taking away two of the three things that make this pie so delicious? If I were Reeves, I think I would rather just have a fresh tomato, thanks. I hope he grows out of this allergy thing. I can't imagine that he will go through his life without ever knowing the goodness that is tomato pie - even if his mother can't make a pie that actually cuts into pieces.