thanksgiving mission: Apple Pie
My mission, should I choose to accept it: Apple Pie.
To do list:
1. Wash dishes and counters.
2. Make pie crust dough
3. Prepare apples and let drain.
4. Roll out pie dough.
5. Fill pie and bake.
6. Call hostess to find out her address. (Oops).
7. Call F. with bus directions (which I could not without the address).
8. Laundry if time.
9. Buy newspaper.
10.Shower and wash hair.
11.Call relatives.
12.Pay bills.
13.Update library info.
14.Drop off mail at post office.
15.Go to turkey dinner.
16.Call relatives if time. (Did again, wish I hadn't).
Currently the dishes are clean and I'm waiting for the butter to thaw enough to cut into chunks.
Pie was a great success, relatives were crazy.
I ended up making a non-heteronormative pie. Yes, you read that right. On many pies as pictured in food and home magazines, the baker will take the scraps of pie crust dough and cut it into festive shapes (leaves or stars or something) to decorate the pie with (or cover flaws). Unfortunately, my cookie cutters are in the storage unit, so I raided M's kitchen and only found . . . gingerbread people cutters. Okay, I thought, and made it work. I took the two smallest, the male and the female (or pants and dress), and cut out a bunch. When it came time to arrange them on the pie, I first settled them over the cracks in the crust, then began arranging them around the edges in what I hoped would be a radially symmetrical arrangement. Until I realized that I was arranging them 'boy, girl, boy, girl' and that I was taking this pie to a dinner where the guest list was primarily composed of the knitting lesbians. Um, no, that was not going to work. So I arranged them 'boy, girl, girl, girl, boy, girl, boy, boy' and put the extras wherever. The extra thought was appreciated, or at least the pie got eaten.
To do list:
1. Wash dishes and counters.
2. Make pie crust dough
3. Prepare apples and let drain.
4. Roll out pie dough.
5. Fill pie and bake.
6. Call hostess to find out her address. (Oops).
7. Call F. with bus directions (which I could not without the address).
8. Laundry if time.
9. Buy newspaper.
10.Shower and wash hair.
11.Call relatives.
12.Pay bills.
13.Update library info.
14.Drop off mail at post office.
15.Go to turkey dinner.
16.Call relatives if time. (Did again, wish I hadn't).
Currently the dishes are clean and I'm waiting for the butter to thaw enough to cut into chunks.
Pie was a great success, relatives were crazy.
I ended up making a non-heteronormative pie. Yes, you read that right. On many pies as pictured in food and home magazines, the baker will take the scraps of pie crust dough and cut it into festive shapes (leaves or stars or something) to decorate the pie with (or cover flaws). Unfortunately, my cookie cutters are in the storage unit, so I raided M's kitchen and only found . . . gingerbread people cutters. Okay, I thought, and made it work. I took the two smallest, the male and the female (or pants and dress), and cut out a bunch. When it came time to arrange them on the pie, I first settled them over the cracks in the crust, then began arranging them around the edges in what I hoped would be a radially symmetrical arrangement. Until I realized that I was arranging them 'boy, girl, boy, girl' and that I was taking this pie to a dinner where the guest list was primarily composed of the knitting lesbians. Um, no, that was not going to work. So I arranged them 'boy, girl, girl, girl, boy, girl, boy, boy' and put the extras wherever. The extra thought was appreciated, or at least the pie got eaten.