How does everybody feel about the idea of breakfast pie? Or, I guess this is a tart, really. I spent this weekend working my v hardest to empty out my fridge of all the goodies that Danny brought home from the farmer's market, yet had no plans for. Peaches that bruised before my eyes and way too many berries--all very good things, but tough to make last, you know? How come perfectly ripe peaches gotta bruise with just the gentlest touch? (Or maybe it was all of the jostling in the bag as I carried 'em home while trying to keep my psychotic, yet loveable, Labrador in check.)

By the way, if you love Labradors... and corgis!... I post pics and videos of them all over my Snapchat. I try to keep it in check on the rest of my digital spaces, but Snapchat is ALL DOGS. Find me! snapname: hillreeves or my snapcode is in my sidebar!

I ended up making this breakfast pie cause of a few things:

1. In addition to all of the rapidly bruising produce, I also had a box of graham crackers that I had no plans for--oops.
2. Recently I started going back to the gym and trying to eat better. I bought a ton of Greek yogurt thinking that's part of the ~lifestyle~, you know? But it turns out I just like going to the gym to watch Kelly Ripa. The Greek yogurt was just looking me in the eye every morning as I skipped out the door, pleading with me to not buy another BEC or chocolate croissant so I had to get rid of it.
3. It was, what would you say, New York--approximately 90 kabijillion degrees this weekend? The oven was not an option. NO BAKE, BABY! Well, except for the crust, but you can do that WAY ahead of time. Or buy one!

So here we have a pie that is filled with just-a-little-bit-sweet yogurt and topped with lots of fruit. Absolutely fair game for morning. Kelly Ripa would be proud!