HEY HI THERE.....
Have I been asleep or have I done the usual thing and procrastinated my blog?
Yes I am lazy/busy call it what you like... I think I've discussed THIS before.
Anyway, I have another problem. I need to write about something.
I have three stories simultaneously being discussed here.
Do I resume or start anew?
My pie baking is behind schedule,
My record store is pushed into the future,
My story is stuck in November of 2010.
I think I'll have another glass of wine and write about it later.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
The fresh news
Hello, this is Kate and I am writing this from TODAY.. kinda breaking away from my story I've been telling to get ya a little caught up to the fresh story... ya see my guy and I are moving in together!
Next Saturday. hurrah!!!
Sans ring but I am still very happy.
I have been trying to keep up with the Sunday baking, but very busy packing.
These are some Cherry Tarts I made Last week-end
I have gotten pretty damn good haven't I ? But before I start fantasying about opening a Pie Shop/ Record Store, I've got to finish this move.
So folks... I need another two weeks ,I'll reorganize and be back to the story.
With more to show and so much more to tell. I've gotten some really good recipes I want to start sharing too. These Tarts are just the start of what I hope will be a huge hit with all my friends and family.
See ya
Next Saturday. hurrah!!!
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| Pie's# 65-70 Cherry Bombs |
I have been trying to keep up with the Sunday baking, but very busy packing.
These are some Cherry Tarts I made Last week-end
I have gotten pretty damn good haven't I ? But before I start fantasying about opening a Pie Shop/ Record Store, I've got to finish this move.
So folks... I need another two weeks ,I'll reorganize and be back to the story.
With more to show and so much more to tell. I've gotten some really good recipes I want to start sharing too. These Tarts are just the start of what I hope will be a huge hit with all my friends and family.
See ya
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Every pie tells a story
As of today I have baked 70 pies.
Not all of them good ~ but all of them have been valuable.
Valuable lessons that I could not have gotten any other way.
I have taught myself (more or less) the art of baking.
And it is an art.
I look at rolling dough like an artist would look at clay.
Sometimes my dough tasted like clay.
Like most things in life we learn best from our mistakes and fortunately for me the worst my pies turn out... the better the lesson.
SO... as I retell the tale of woe bear in mind
that I actually have learned a thing or two about pies
and I have become an accomplished baker.
Our story left off Just after Thanksgiving .
We were in the middle of holiday gluttony. Every day another excuse to have over the top delightfully rich comfort food.
My guy and I made some lame attempts to changing our diets but who can at this time of year ?? Too many left overs, can't just throw them out, how wasteful!
With all that turkey tempting us,
I thought
why not try my hand at a dinner pie?
I was totally thinking of his health
and the brownie points I would earn
when I masterminded this disastrous pie.
OK... so when baking with whole wheat one should not use just whole wheat but rather cut it
half and half with white flour.
Did not know this.
What a waste of an excellent bird.
I felt the need to redeem myself by making Chicken pot pies. Safe and effective.
Yes this was the ticket, diced chicken Cream of Mushroom soup, and a little sprinkling of peas and carrots.
Perfect.
Easy.
I also baked another pecan Pie that night and the edges were just about perfect.
BTW my date stamp is usually way off.
Like my old VCR which was perpetually blinking 12:00...
I cannot set any of my digital equipment.
I know I baked this pie after Thanksgiving.
But..
the main point I want to stress here...look at those edges!!!
I did it, finally!
( not perfect but pretty damn close)
OMG how can such a simple little thing like that elude me for so long?
And why oh why has this become my white whale???
Cabin fever?
Nah, its not even Christmas yet.
I haven't even reached Pie #30 yet. cheese us..
I had to get out of that kitchen.
"I would love a road trip into Chicago" I thought to myself
Rock N' Roll road trip.
Yeah. I've earn it.
Not all of them good ~ but all of them have been valuable.
Valuable lessons that I could not have gotten any other way.
And it is an art.
I look at rolling dough like an artist would look at clay.
Sometimes my dough tasted like clay.
Like most things in life we learn best from our mistakes and fortunately for me the worst my pies turn out... the better the lesson.
SO... as I retell the tale of woe bear in mind
that I actually have learned a thing or two about pies
and I have become an accomplished baker.
Our story left off Just after Thanksgiving .
We were in the middle of holiday gluttony. Every day another excuse to have over the top delightfully rich comfort food.
My guy and I made some lame attempts to changing our diets but who can at this time of year ?? Too many left overs, can't just throw them out, how wasteful!
With all that turkey tempting us,
I thought
why not try my hand at a dinner pie?
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| #24 Whole Wheat Turkey pie |
and the brownie points I would earn
when I masterminded this disastrous pie.
OK... so when baking with whole wheat one should not use just whole wheat but rather cut it
half and half with white flour.
Did not know this.
What a waste of an excellent bird.
 |
| #25-#28 Chicken Pot Pies |
I felt the need to redeem myself by making Chicken pot pies. Safe and effective.
Yes this was the ticket, diced chicken Cream of Mushroom soup, and a little sprinkling of peas and carrots.
Perfect.
Easy.
I also baked another pecan Pie that night and the edges were just about perfect.
BTW my date stamp is usually way off.
Like my old VCR which was perpetually blinking 12:00...
I cannot set any of my digital equipment.
 |
| #29 Pecan Pie |
But..
the main point I want to stress here...look at those edges!!!
I did it, finally!
( not perfect but pretty damn close)
OMG how can such a simple little thing like that elude me for so long?
And why oh why has this become my white whale???
Cabin fever?
Nah, its not even Christmas yet.
I haven't even reached Pie #30 yet. cheese us..
I had to get out of that kitchen.
"I would love a road trip into Chicago" I thought to myself
Rock N' Roll road trip.
Yeah. I've earn it.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The primal urge to bake
NOW what do I do?
Do I continue on making as many pies as I can till I hit my goal number?
Or do I stop now... and change my guy's diet?
I mean.. what good will it do to reach the number; I might be placing that last pie on his grave!
The project had quickly taken a different direction. Sure I started this as a joke but I was falling in love with baking.
I enjoy the whole the creative process.
Its not just for him anymore. This satisfies something deep and primal within me. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I found something I can do really well.
I love him, its true..
if we were meant to marry.. we'll marry.. regardless of the number of pies I make him, right?
I want to keep making pies.
I could learn how to modify.. use less sugar, cut down on the carb.'s a little pie now and then won't kill him, I reasoned.
So onward I bake.
Ti's the season for home baked comfort food.
Thanksgiving week was coming up and I committed myself to 3 pies for the family feast.
Like most large families we all chip in for the dinner.
We each have our own distinct specialties.
Mine had been the floral arrangements, but not this year.
This year I'll join the "kitchen people" and create some comfort of my own.
Mother of course was in charge of the main course.
My second eldest brother (who is a professional chef) makes the homemade bread and usually an elaborate side dish. So on blah blah blah..
I planned on taking over the dessert menu from one of my sisters .
Well, as the dinner approached everyone was finding the whole project I was working on quite humorous.
They truly believed I was incapable of serving an edible pie.
I hadn't given them any reason to believe otherwise. So now was my moment to shine, I hoped.
I impressed the family.. and no one complained.
My first lattice top.
Since I couldn't for the life of me do a simple pinch
I use a knife to do a decorative edge.
this was the crowd favorite. I made this the night before and kept it in the freezer.
but the dough barely made it to the edge.
So Thanksgiving came and went. They meet the guy and ate my pies and no drama. Wow, I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful relationship. Pie , Guy and I.
Do I continue on making as many pies as I can till I hit my goal number?
Or do I stop now... and change my guy's diet?
I mean.. what good will it do to reach the number; I might be placing that last pie on his grave!
The project had quickly taken a different direction. Sure I started this as a joke but I was falling in love with baking.
I enjoy the whole the creative process.
Its not just for him anymore. This satisfies something deep and primal within me. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I found something I can do really well.
I love him, its true..
if we were meant to marry.. we'll marry.. regardless of the number of pies I make him, right?
I want to keep making pies.
I could learn how to modify.. use less sugar, cut down on the carb.'s a little pie now and then won't kill him, I reasoned.
So onward I bake.
Ti's the season for home baked comfort food.
Thanksgiving week was coming up and I committed myself to 3 pies for the family feast.
Like most large families we all chip in for the dinner.
We each have our own distinct specialties.
Mine had been the floral arrangements, but not this year.
This year I'll join the "kitchen people" and create some comfort of my own.
Mother of course was in charge of the main course.
My second eldest brother (who is a professional chef) makes the homemade bread and usually an elaborate side dish. So on blah blah blah..
I planned on taking over the dessert menu from one of my sisters .
Well, as the dinner approached everyone was finding the whole project I was working on quite humorous.
They truly believed I was incapable of serving an edible pie.
I hadn't given them any reason to believe otherwise. So now was my moment to shine, I hoped.
 |
| #21 Pear Pie with a lattice top. |
Since I couldn't for the life of me do a simple pinch
I use a knife to do a decorative edge.
 |
| #22 Pumpkin Chiffon |
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| #23 Frozen Cranberry Cream |
but the dough barely made it to the edge.
So Thanksgiving came and went. They meet the guy and ate my pies and no drama. Wow, I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful relationship. Pie , Guy and I.
Friday, February 25, 2011
easy as Apple Pie.
Summer was winding down as I reached my 12th pie~ Dutch Apple with a
crumb top.
I choose a Crumb top because I hadn't enough dough to make a crust top.
But thanks to my new and improved old recipe this puppy turned out pretty well.
Forgetting the fact I couldn't make those perfect fluted edges or that it hadn't cooked all the way through, it was agreed upon by the family...I was getting better.
I tried my hand at several different variations of the apple pie theme
all made with Freshly picked beauties from Edwards Apple Orchard.
It's obvious to me why the Apple Pie is an American favorite.
Fabulously tasting- very Little work.
Truth be told, ya really can't screw up an Apple Pie.*
Provided you can bake that dough to it's perfect flaky crust, all the rest is just a matter of filling in the dots. Dots of butter.
"Kitchen" inside joke.
Maybe I hit upon another secret here.
Are the Moms/chefs/cooks in our lives pretending how hard something is to get the well deserved but rarely given respect?
I think I made my amends with mom.
That was last week's blog. Anyway...
I continued with the American favorite.
Autumn is a lovely time to bake. I was really getting into this.. I managed to make a pie every other day.
I tried other seasonal goodies..
#16 Crunchy Sweet Potato Pie with a Coconut Crust
#17 Boo-berry pie Halloween night.
#18 yet another Apple pie made on November 6th .
These three were lovely enough, yet I still could not stretch my dough to reach over the edges of the pan.
No big surprise.
The apples I used for the last pie were too thinly sliced making it very mushy.
I strongly suggest not to use Macintosh Apples for baking.
And then there was another horrible mistake.
I choose to make a topping with "Splenda" instead of the usual mixture of brown sugar and flour.
Ladies and Gentlemen may I present exhibit #1.
Apple Pie with a sugar free un-crumb top.
*yes, I can screw up an Apple Pie.
Now, there is a very good reason why I haven't posted photo's until this blog.
Not what you might be think... "Yeah, look at THAT one!"
"she must have some really nasty looking pies out there."
No.
I did share each photo of each pie I made.
On Face Book .
I know, I am one of those people you love to hate.
" so and so is making Polenta"
"so and so is walking the dog"
Who gives a shit, right?
Yet, here I was blabbing about my pies.
I am a Face Book junkie.
I wrote and posted a photo album with each and every one of my pies.
Till one day while updating my Mac (i photo).. I mistakenly deleted my whole freaking album. 19 photos, stories and comments..gone!
It broke my heart.
What to do? What to do? How could I prove to the world I am learning how to bake, and counting the pies to the wedding day, HA!
So, THAT'S why I decided to write this blog.
Here I could share my journey, my failures, my observations of the pure folly of it all.
Maybe my photo's won't be deleted.
So why am sharing the photo of Pie#20.. what I now affectionately call "The Apple Splenda Not"
why I choose to make an Apple Pie with Splenda in the first place??
After I made a sweet and Chocolaty Caramely Pie.. (pie #19)
Which was a masterpiece of delicious melting Chocolate, dripping down the sides of my almost perfect crust..
the very next day after such a sweet sugary high...
my guy discovered he is a type 2 diabetic.
crumb top.
I choose a Crumb top because I hadn't enough dough to make a crust top.
But thanks to my new and improved old recipe this puppy turned out pretty well.
Forgetting the fact I couldn't make those perfect fluted edges or that it hadn't cooked all the way through, it was agreed upon by the family...I was getting better.
I tried my hand at several different variations of the apple pie theme
all made with Freshly picked beauties from Edwards Apple Orchard.
It's obvious to me why the Apple Pie is an American favorite.
Fabulously tasting- very Little work.
Truth be told, ya really can't screw up an Apple Pie.*
Provided you can bake that dough to it's perfect flaky crust, all the rest is just a matter of filling in the dots. Dots of butter.
"Kitchen" inside joke.
Maybe I hit upon another secret here.
Are the Moms/chefs/cooks in our lives pretending how hard something is to get the well deserved but rarely given respect?
I think I made my amends with mom.
That was last week's blog. Anyway...
 |
| #16 Sweet Potato w/ Coconut crust |
Autumn is a lovely time to bake. I was really getting into this.. I managed to make a pie every other day.
 |
| #17 "boo-Berry" |
#16 Crunchy Sweet Potato Pie with a Coconut Crust
#17 Boo-berry pie Halloween night.
#18 yet another Apple pie made on November 6th .
These three were lovely enough, yet I still could not stretch my dough to reach over the edges of the pan.
No big surprise.
The apples I used for the last pie were too thinly sliced making it very mushy.
I strongly suggest not to use Macintosh Apples for baking.
And then there was another horrible mistake.
I choose to make a topping with "Splenda" instead of the usual mixture of brown sugar and flour.
Ladies and Gentlemen may I present exhibit #1.
Apple Pie with a sugar free un-crumb top.
*yes, I can screw up an Apple Pie.
Not what you might be think... "Yeah, look at THAT one!"
"she must have some really nasty looking pies out there."
No.
I did share each photo of each pie I made.
On Face Book .
I know, I am one of those people you love to hate.
" so and so is making Polenta"
"so and so is walking the dog"
Who gives a shit, right?
Yet, here I was blabbing about my pies.
I am a Face Book junkie.
I wrote and posted a photo album with each and every one of my pies.
Till one day while updating my Mac (i photo).. I mistakenly deleted my whole freaking album. 19 photos, stories and comments..gone!
It broke my heart.
What to do? What to do? How could I prove to the world I am learning how to bake, and counting the pies to the wedding day, HA!
So, THAT'S why I decided to write this blog.
Here I could share my journey, my failures, my observations of the pure folly of it all.
Maybe my photo's won't be deleted.
 |
| pie #19 Chocolate Carmel |
why I choose to make an Apple Pie with Splenda in the first place??
After I made a sweet and Chocolaty Caramely Pie.. (pie #19)
Which was a masterpiece of delicious melting Chocolate, dripping down the sides of my almost perfect crust..
the very next day after such a sweet sugary high...
my guy discovered he is a type 2 diabetic.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Mom to the rescue
In the winter of 2006 I reluctantly moved back home.
I didn't really want to give up my apartment, but facing a surgery without insurance is a scary thing. With no income for three months I'd lose my apartment for sure. Mother offered, I accepted.
Mom was now in her late 70's & living alone since Dad died some 10 years earlier.
In all honesty I think some of my siblings had been wondering why I wasn't living with her sooner.
Once I got back on my feet and back to work, my siblings encouraged me to stay.
They were right; its nice to be home.
In the spring I tilled the south lawn and planted a garden.
Along the house we planted roses.
In the Summer we enjoy our wine on the deck watching Hummingbirds swoop in and around The Blue Salvia.
For the fist time in my life I was not seeing her as mom I was finally seeing and listening to her.
I had grown up from the rebellious punker. Now we could finally have our adult conversations. We shared the love of theater, discussing politics, light arguments about music.
I joked that we were two old broads, like the Rockford version of Grey Gardens.
We laughed.
The best part of living at home again is the home cooking.
This wonderful woman loves to cook. I do my best..
I have my specialties. I love to make a very spicy meat marinate, I can grill chicken, and I make kick- ass salsa.
ALL of which I am told has too much garlic. Cha!.. as if there is such a thing as too much garlic!
But nothing can't hold a candle to her everyday cooking.
Making breakfast is one of my chores. I enjoy that... it doesn't require too much garlic.
that made Mom happy.
Obviously I think this woman is awesome. But my God she blows me out of the water sometimes...
Mom is up at five o'clock sometimes 4 every morning.
She reads both local & Chicago papers front to back & has both crosswords puzzles Finished before I am even awake!
At 6:00 am I stumble downstairs and proceed to poaching eggs with my eyes half opened. That's about all I can to do at such a God awful hour.
As I was not the best of cooks it was wise to leave the rest to the expert.
And boy howdy she is good.
But you know..when mom really shines?
Dinner.
She is a mom's mom.
She has the wealth of experience, years and years... the tattered cook books and recipe cards from days gone by.
She still loves to try new things all the time. One of her favorite lines while we dine.. "This tastes good to me.. it's a keeper" And to the big basket on top of the fridge it goes.
I have been spoiled.
I knew someday I might start dating again and have to leave the luxury of home cooking.
Unless I manage to start learning this for myself. Or maybe I'll get lucky and snag a great guy who loves to cooks. ( I know they are out there)
It's better to learn this for myself.
I want the knowledge.
I started copying recipe cards and trying my hand at her sauces and Lasagna.
I was learning.
Lets fast forward a bit...
As I have said, I started this venture in July, July 25th 2010 to be precise.
After taking a small break, I return in mid. August
I tried my best with that stupid recipe video from the YouTube .
It was a supreme disappointment.
I needed more than a break.
I cheated.
I used Pre-made shells. Pie # 6-8 were Various Quiches.
Being a great breakfast cook.. I made excellent quiches.. and I needed something to boost my self esteem.
Quiche is the perfect pie. A little egg, sour cream diced veggies thrown into a ready to go shell.
Sweet.
Got a few of those under my belt.
What I needed to do now was find a better pie dough recipe.
Why hadn't I even looked in Mom's beat-up ol' recipe box?
She finally came to my rescue and handed to me the Hilda Mars' Pie Dough recipe.
She also told me a secret...
use a very old recipe with a brand new approach.. a food processor.
Now we're cooking with gas.
I didn't really want to give up my apartment, but facing a surgery without insurance is a scary thing. With no income for three months I'd lose my apartment for sure. Mother offered, I accepted.
Mom was now in her late 70's & living alone since Dad died some 10 years earlier.
In all honesty I think some of my siblings had been wondering why I wasn't living with her sooner.
Once I got back on my feet and back to work, my siblings encouraged me to stay.
They were right; its nice to be home.
In the spring I tilled the south lawn and planted a garden.
Along the house we planted roses.
In the Summer we enjoy our wine on the deck watching Hummingbirds swoop in and around The Blue Salvia.
For the fist time in my life I was not seeing her as mom I was finally seeing and listening to her.
I had grown up from the rebellious punker. Now we could finally have our adult conversations. We shared the love of theater, discussing politics, light arguments about music.
I joked that we were two old broads, like the Rockford version of Grey Gardens.
We laughed.
The best part of living at home again is the home cooking.
This wonderful woman loves to cook. I do my best..
I have my specialties. I love to make a very spicy meat marinate, I can grill chicken, and I make kick- ass salsa.
ALL of which I am told has too much garlic. Cha!.. as if there is such a thing as too much garlic!
But nothing can't hold a candle to her everyday cooking.
Making breakfast is one of my chores. I enjoy that... it doesn't require too much garlic.
that made Mom happy.
Obviously I think this woman is awesome. But my God she blows me out of the water sometimes...
Mom is up at five o'clock sometimes 4 every morning.
She reads both local & Chicago papers front to back & has both crosswords puzzles Finished before I am even awake!
At 6:00 am I stumble downstairs and proceed to poaching eggs with my eyes half opened. That's about all I can to do at such a God awful hour.
As I was not the best of cooks it was wise to leave the rest to the expert.
And boy howdy she is good.
But you know..when mom really shines?
Dinner.
She is a mom's mom.
She has the wealth of experience, years and years... the tattered cook books and recipe cards from days gone by.
She still loves to try new things all the time. One of her favorite lines while we dine.. "This tastes good to me.. it's a keeper" And to the big basket on top of the fridge it goes.
I have been spoiled.
I knew someday I might start dating again and have to leave the luxury of home cooking.
Unless I manage to start learning this for myself. Or maybe I'll get lucky and snag a great guy who loves to cooks. ( I know they are out there)
It's better to learn this for myself.
I want the knowledge.
I started copying recipe cards and trying my hand at her sauces and Lasagna.
I was learning.
Lets fast forward a bit...
As I have said, I started this venture in July, July 25th 2010 to be precise.
After taking a small break, I return in mid. August
I tried my best with that stupid recipe video from the YouTube .
It was a supreme disappointment.
I needed more than a break.
I cheated.
I used Pre-made shells. Pie # 6-8 were Various Quiches.
Being a great breakfast cook.. I made excellent quiches.. and I needed something to boost my self esteem.
Quiche is the perfect pie. A little egg, sour cream diced veggies thrown into a ready to go shell.
Sweet.
Got a few of those under my belt.
What I needed to do now was find a better pie dough recipe.
Why hadn't I even looked in Mom's beat-up ol' recipe box?
She finally came to my rescue and handed to me the Hilda Mars' Pie Dough recipe.
She also told me a secret...
use a very old recipe with a brand new approach.. a food processor.
Now we're cooking with gas.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Sunday is Pie day
Honest to Pete, I don't know where some people get the energy.
Some days it all I can do just to get up outta bed and head out to my crappy job.
Well now....That's not entirely true. The part about my job being "crappy".
I like what I do, really.
I work in a greenhouse...tending plants and helping customers, It's pretty cool & I am good at what I do.
Since discovering the joys of gardening myself, I think I understand what other enthusiasts want, helping customers find that perfect plant or garden design.. that makes all the other crap I do bearable.
But in all honesty, I'd rather not work .
I have lazy tendencies.
I'd rather have a jammy day.
I'd rather have several jammy days.
Unfortunately, the world doesn't permit me to live my life in my P.J's.
And while I'm on the subject..
the world should not permit ANYONE to live their life in P.J.'s,, ah hello??
Wal-mat shoppers !?!
Anyway..
We have to get up off our butts, get dressed and make the dough.
(hee hee)
So YES .. I am lazy but, NO..
I haven't the time for it anymore.
The Pie Quest shall be won.
I am committed to this really I am.. but, week nights I have so little time.
I'll have to do my baking on the week-ends.
Sunday became Pie Day.
Simple enough.
My guy and I settled into a comfortable routine.
He'd pick me up on Fridays and I'd have my over night bag, C-PAP,
For those of you who don't know.. this is a sleep apnea machine..
yeah I know.. sexy, huh? Also an assortment of baking utensils.
I borrowed Mom's rolling pin.
By Sunday morning I'd have my recipe from whatever site popped first, and away I'd go.
Pie #2 French Silk Pie.
I continued to have problems with my crust.
I figured it's OK if its a little thick in parts,right?
Thick does not equal good.
And forget about the pinch, UGH!!!!!!!!
Again, the filling wasn't the problem.
The following week-end I made #3 #4 and #5 One large and two mini
Coconut Creams.
Or as we now call them The Disastrous Coconut Cream nightmares.
No words can describe the sheer pain it was to try to bite into that crust.
This crust actually had the consistency of limestone, the taste wasn't far from that either.
We'd ate spoon fulls of the filling and avoided the shell all together.
That's it...
This pie dough recipe had to go.
Some days it all I can do just to get up outta bed and head out to my crappy job.
Well now....That's not entirely true. The part about my job being "crappy".
I like what I do, really.
I work in a greenhouse...tending plants and helping customers, It's pretty cool & I am good at what I do.
Since discovering the joys of gardening myself, I think I understand what other enthusiasts want, helping customers find that perfect plant or garden design.. that makes all the other crap I do bearable.
But in all honesty, I'd rather not work .
I have lazy tendencies.
I'd rather have a jammy day.
I'd rather have several jammy days.
Unfortunately, the world doesn't permit me to live my life in my P.J's.
And while I'm on the subject..
the world should not permit ANYONE to live their life in P.J.'s,, ah hello??
Wal-mat shoppers !?!
Anyway..
We have to get up off our butts, get dressed and make the dough.
(hee hee)
So YES .. I am lazy but, NO..
I haven't the time for it anymore.
The Pie Quest shall be won.
I am committed to this really I am.. but, week nights I have so little time.
I'll have to do my baking on the week-ends.
Sunday became Pie Day.
Simple enough.
My guy and I settled into a comfortable routine.
He'd pick me up on Fridays and I'd have my over night bag, C-PAP,
For those of you who don't know.. this is a sleep apnea machine..
yeah I know.. sexy, huh? Also an assortment of baking utensils.
I borrowed Mom's rolling pin.
By Sunday morning I'd have my recipe from whatever site popped first, and away I'd go.
Pie #2 French Silk Pie.
I continued to have problems with my crust.
I figured it's OK if its a little thick in parts,right?
Thick does not equal good.
And forget about the pinch, UGH!!!!!!!!
Again, the filling wasn't the problem.
The following week-end I made #3 #4 and #5 One large and two mini
Coconut Creams.
Or as we now call them The Disastrous Coconut Cream nightmares.
No words can describe the sheer pain it was to try to bite into that crust.
This crust actually had the consistency of limestone, the taste wasn't far from that either.
We'd ate spoon fulls of the filling and avoided the shell all together.
That's it...
This pie dough recipe had to go.
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