Big steps in adult life
I took a huge step in my adult life yesterday.
I baked a pie. All by myself. And it was *delicious*. Sure, it was hideous looking. Lumpy and sort of leaking part of it's insides out the sides. And not all the cinnamon sugar topping melted into the crust. I was very very afraid.
See...I learned something yesterday. Baking a pie (and possibly all baking) is sort of like having a baby. You put all the ingredients together, pop that bitch in the oven, and pray really hard it doesn't come out...well...with some sort of horrible malformation. So I was a little worired when my pie was not as pretty as Chris's mom's pie.
Did I mention that I was using my boyfriend's mother's pie recipe? That he loves? Possibly more than me?
A lot was riding on this pie...including my emotional stability for the rest of my weekend.
We let it cool and it still looked lumpy but was no longer (thank God) leaking juices. We cut it and I stared at my slice for a few minutes, contemplating what will happen if it tastes lumpy and leaky. Then I thought about what "lumpy" and/or "leaky" would taste like. And I was afraid.
But I tried my piece of pie and it was SO good. The bottom crust was a little thick...but...that's because I'm not good at rolling out pie dough..yet. The top crust was perfect (or so Chris says)...apparently I learn quickly. Hopefully next time I will swear less at the pie dough and get it rolled out correctly and not...well...have to sort of smush the bottom crust back together.
Pie rocks.
I baked a pie. All by myself. And it was *delicious*. Sure, it was hideous looking. Lumpy and sort of leaking part of it's insides out the sides. And not all the cinnamon sugar topping melted into the crust. I was very very afraid.
See...I learned something yesterday. Baking a pie (and possibly all baking) is sort of like having a baby. You put all the ingredients together, pop that bitch in the oven, and pray really hard it doesn't come out...well...with some sort of horrible malformation. So I was a little worired when my pie was not as pretty as Chris's mom's pie.
Did I mention that I was using my boyfriend's mother's pie recipe? That he loves? Possibly more than me?
A lot was riding on this pie...including my emotional stability for the rest of my weekend.
We let it cool and it still looked lumpy but was no longer (thank God) leaking juices. We cut it and I stared at my slice for a few minutes, contemplating what will happen if it tastes lumpy and leaky. Then I thought about what "lumpy" and/or "leaky" would taste like. And I was afraid.
But I tried my piece of pie and it was SO good. The bottom crust was a little thick...but...that's because I'm not good at rolling out pie dough..yet. The top crust was perfect (or so Chris says)...apparently I learn quickly. Hopefully next time I will swear less at the pie dough and get it rolled out correctly and not...well...have to sort of smush the bottom crust back together.
Pie rocks.