So, I finally got around to rolling out that pie dough. It held together pretty well.
I’ve been doing the ‘rolling it between two sheets of plastic wrap’ in a vain effort to keep the counters cleaner. I think I undid all my painstaking steps of trying to keep the dough cold by bashing it and smooshing it with the rolling pin trying to get a big enough piece. By the end of the fight it was pretty warmed up by friction. (I put it in the freezer to chill it, and I guess that undid the damage.)
I decided that this would be a blackberry pie, since Lloyd likes that kind. I bought a bag and it just filled up my little pie pan.
Then I rolled the scraps into a ‘top’ and did not care one whit that it didn’t cover everything. This pie is for science, not blue ribbons.
I cracked up how the top drooped down over the berries. This should be named the ‘Cyst and Boil Pie’ because it looks like it needs a dermatologist.
The saddest part? Lloyd is still too sick to eat, and there’s no way I’m eating a blackberry pie. Bleh.
So what have I learned?
* The dough held together pretty well. There’s no way of telling what the texture is, though, because by the time Lloyd gets around to eating it it will be old.
* That recipe makes almost enough for one little pie. I’m alright with that.
I’ll try again another day. Over and out.