And it was Good!

We tasted it, and it was good! It was a little soupy in the bottom but I think that is normal. The crust was tasty! Toby says I was supposed to grease the bottom of the pan so it wouldn’t stick, but I don’t know… it didn’t say anything about that in the recipe. I guess I’ll just have to ask his stepmom. She’s the expert. Maybe I’m supposed to add something to it so it doesn’t get too juicy too.

Speaking of apple pies and stepmoms, it was so cool last night as I got the pie out of the oven. Toby was all smiles because the smell reminded him of being a kid. I guess his stepmom used to make a pie from scratch at least once a week. They were never allowed much snack food but she used to save the scraps of dough and bake them with cinnamon and sugar. It was a real special treat that Toby really loves to this day. I tried to make some myself but I’m such a moron, I thought the little dough strips would bake for the same amount of time as the pie. I told you I can’t bake. I made petrified burnt dough crisps. Good thing our smoke alarm has been disabled since like 1986 because it would have been going off. But the good news is, the pie was fine!

Finey fine fine!

Cheers to domestic goddessdom! And now I need to find people who will eat the rest for me so I don’t turn into a massive rolley polley ball of dough myself.

p.s. Isn’t my new dish towel beautiful? Totally worth the six bucks I spent on it.

Fall is for Pie Making

I woke up this morning and it was raining. That didn’t stop me from getting my walking clothes on though. I dressed in my baggy maternity black yoga pants, my big thick red sweatshirt with a hood and even tied on my walking shoes. I got as far as the top of my stairs. I decided it was too rainy to walk. Walking schmalking. You guys can live without a beach shot for a day. Besides, I have so many beach shots that I’ve shot from other days and not used for the daily desktop, I figure I’ll just recycle.

I went back inside and decided I wanted to make an apple pie. Actually, I decided it last night and had been reading the recipe and pie crust making tips carefully as I cooked dinner. I decided that in order to make a pie I would need a nine inch glass pie dish, a rolling pin, a mat to roll dough on (cause I have scary grout), one of those cup measurers that doubles as a pitcher and a handled dough cutting sifter thingy. Over a cup of creamy hot cocoa I planned a trip to Sur La Table, the fancy store where real bakers shop.

I hate it that I have to buy stuff in order to make something but I justified it by thinking of all the pies I could make in my future of domestic goddessdom. I read a post the other day about a mom making pie with her kids (thanks Laura for helping me find that link!) and decided I want to be the kind of mom who makes pies with her kids. But I really want to make the pie crust from scratch, because store-bought would be cheating (only because I’ve always been intimidated by it and I really want to conquer it now). Besides if I buy the dough, why not just buy the whole pie for $4.99? It’s the process that I’m after. I want to be able to say I can make a pie.

I’ve never made an apple pie from scratch in my life. I’ve helped my mom make one with store bought dough but that was too easy. Peeling the apples was the trickiest part. I’m not very good at baking because baking requires close attention to directions and exact measurements. I tend to skip steps and read backwards. I’m much better at cooking than I am at baking because in cooking you can just wing it. Cooking is a breeze. Baking is stressful. But I figure pioneer women did it every day of their lives, I can figure it out. Maybe my first pie will be a flop. I still have every day of the rest of my life to work on it.

(At least that’s what I’m saying now, as my pie crust sits in the fridge “chilling” for an hour. We’ll see if I sing a different tune later when it crumbles or gets soggy or just plain refuses to stretch across my pie dish.)

Off to Sur la Table I went. That store is so fun. So many colors! So many shapes and sizes! They even had pie dishes in red heart shapes! I opted for the plain jane pyrex to keep my costs down. But even with my frugalness it was $49 before I purchased all my needed goods. Forty-nine dollars to make a pie! I am such a yuppie. I did sort of fall for a new dish towel with red flowers on it. I need new dish towels! I couldn’t help myself! I know, I should have just bought what I needed from the grocery store instead. But again, I’m all about the process.

Of course a trip to Sur la Table is not complete without a peek into the baby boutique next door. Wouldn’t you know it, I found the cutest onesie set with animal cookies on it that I couldn’t not buy! Thankfully, I had a wad of baby sitting money in my pocket so I didn’t feel too guilty for spending more and more money. If it weren’t for my baby sitting cash, I think Toby would ground me to the house. Especially when I already have so many zero-to-six-month-sized clothes for my little girl. I have daymares that she’ll probably never get to wear all of them. But look up there at those little animal cookies sewn so carefully on the front of a pink onesie! The little beads are sprinkles!!! So cute!!! How could I resist?! It would be a crime. The thing of it is: I really need to buy gifts for all my friends who are having babies, not for me… But I’m just too selfish. Animal cookies are my favorite! I just don’t think anybody else would feel as special about this outfit as I do. Cha-ching-a-ling-ling.

What a fun fun day. Now I’m off to go wrestle with some pie dough. Tune in tomorrow for the results! Sorry no pictures today. I was too busy getting flour all over eveything when it was still day light. And now that I’m all cleaned up, the light is bad. You know how I hate to use my flash. I’ll attempt to photograph tomorrow.