Saturday, August 16



I'm out of practice when it comes to pie making . . . .
  • The fluting on the crusts isn't very attractive. Actually, I can't remember how I used to flute crusts so prettily.

  • The custard isn't as firm as it should be. That may be because after standing over the bubbling cauldron and stirring for forty-five minutes in last night's heat-n-humdidty I hallucinated that it was thick enough.

  • There are also dark edges on two of the pie crusts [I made three pies] owing, I think, to a very inconsistent oven.
Nevertheless, there is pie. And, it is, I think, tasty pie. Even if it lacks sufficient structural integrity. I shall try again, but only when the weather's much cooler.