Ever have one of those days?
I am pretty darn good at cooking and baking. However, there is one thing I have never been very good at. Making pie shells. The only way I can do it is to roll it out between sheets of wax paper. Unfortunately, I have not done any pies in a long time. I forgot to add the flour to the wax paper. When I went to flip the shell into the pan, it stuck to the bottom piece of paper. Okay. I can fix that. Right? Well...
It took a few tries, but the shell rolled out kinda okay. I had to do a little piecing it together around the sides.
The second one went better, but that was a given. Part of the shell slid to the edge of the counter, and broke off onto the floor.
Then I went to make the pie filling. I don't think I have ever used canned pumpkin before. I will not intentionally use it again.
When it came time to add the eggs, I went straight for the duck eggs. Unfortunately, one of the eggs fell on the floor. One advantage of fresh eggs is thick shells. It only cracked some. Unfortunately, it broke enough that part of the shell fell into the bowl. I never did figure out where it went.
I tried using a sieve spoon, but it was too good at hiding. If I do share these pies, someone is going to get a surprise.
At this point, I have two mediocre looking shells, flour all over the floor, as well as all over me. There is egg shell in the pie filling. Oh, and my yoga pants are too long. The hems are now covered in everything that was on the floor.
I am doing well!
I toss in the other ingredients, hoping that I am not going so fast that I am getting the measurements wrong.
The last thing I had to add was butter. I now have to pee like crazy. Did I stop to go to the bathroom? Nooooooo! I wanted to finish making the filling! Did I end up regretting that decision? Yeeeeessssss!
So, I cleaned everything up (Yes, including me. Stop laughing so hard!) and put the filling in the fridge to chill. I decided to get some Kool-Aid. I ended up spilling it all over the floor. I went to take a drink, with the glass in the wrong hand. Not that most adults have a problem with that. Unfortunately, I did! I spilled it down my shirt.
Something tells me I am going to be burning the pies.