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?

#24 Whole Wheat Turkey 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.

#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

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.