I admit it: I got a bit cocky.
Having eaten mostly toast for the last 10 years or so, I’ve discovered that I actually enjoy cooking when someone else is eating with me (and when they are not very fussy at all, so always manage a convincing job of appreciating my efforts). So although I still revert to toast on the evenings when it’s just me and Norman, I can now be found throwing together the likes of chicken biryani, pork and lemongrass meatballs and Mexican chilli with a cheeky apple salsa when it’s me and Himself eating together. I know, right? Who would have thought it.
I got a bit too confident though. At the weekend my Mum and Dad offered me and Himself some fresh rhubarb. It turns out that Himself is partial to a rhubarb pie, so I thought I throw one together when I finished work on Tuesday. I didn’t think through the fact that Mum taught me to make pastry and to make a quiche, but I had no idea how to put a lid on a pie and make it look pie like and avoid a soggy bottom (I couldn’t let Mary B down – she has played a big role in the creation of this chef Pog persona).
So basically I made the bottom bit, baked it blind, popped the rhubarb in and then….had a bit of a strop because I didn’t have enough pastry to cover the top properly, it kept breaking anyway and it was almost 8pm so I wasn’t about to make more pastry – I just wanted to get the bloody thing cooked.
And that’s how I ended up with this mess:
BUT….it was really rather tasty, proving that you shouldn’t judge a pie by it’s pastry :o)
I still haven’t made a pie on my own – pie crusts are so daunting! Haha! So good for you! As long as it tastes good! 😃
It never even occurred to me that they might be tricky right up until I had to put the lid on! I think I might need to have a lesson from my Mum on this one (then I’ll share the secret on here!) :o)