Hurray!
I have had, for quite some time, all the needed ingredients to make my beloved apple-cheese quiche.[1] But I have been afraid, so afraid. But for the first time in I cannot recall how long, I made a pie crust that didn’t tear as I tried to roll it out, or flake itself into flakey oblivion. (Tasty oblivion — the pie was always edible after, but the crust was so sad.
No more! I made a pie crust, and it was *perfect*. The curse — whatever the curse was, who’d curse someone’s ability to make pie crust? Isn’t that a weirdly specific and not particularly evil curse? Well, in any case — the curse is lifted! It is quiche day today!
[1] Well, not flour, oddly.
February 27th, 2006 at 6:42 pm
I have visions of you dropping the Spirit Pie at Pie Camp, and being forever cursed to make lame pie crusts. Sounds yummy!
February 27th, 2006 at 10:10 pm
It was insufficiently cheesy — I think my cheddar wasn’t aged enough. Oh well. It is still very good. And pie! I can make pie again without fear!