I dedicate this post to Jenn3 because I laughed cruelly at her innability to clap to a beat. Jenn3, at least you are able to keep your family from starving, which is a much more useful skill than clapping.
I played hooky from work and baked today. Actually, its a federal holiday which means my bosses all have the day off, but us lowly assistants still follow a “12-month” schedule which basically only gives you Christmas Eve, Christmas and Thanksgiving off (ok, and a few others).
LB did not enjoy the labor-intensive apple slicing, but REALLY LOVED watching me roll pie crust. I didn’t realize that she was simultaneously eating brown sugar right out of the bag.
I come from a long tradition of horrible cooking (I get it from my dad). He attempts to BBQ like all good dads, but the only grill he owns is a rusted-out oil drum propped up between two tree stumps. His philosophy is “blacken and serve.”
I realized that I didn’t own a pie pan, so I went to Wal-Mart and bought one of those pre-made graham cracker crusts because they come in a pan of their own. I figured I would just made a homemade “top” for the apple pie and use the pre-made crust as the bottom. Popped the sucker in for 30 minutes at 350, and came out with the above picture. Obviously the graham cracker crust just about evaporated in my high altitude oven, which is why the bottom of my apple pie looks like soup.
I had leftover apples so I tried an apple crisp (See Right). I think it resembles a desert-dwelling, freckled alligator head.
Hey, everything is a learning experience right?
P.S. Another reason Rooferman thought I was a “hack.” He thought the food he ate in prison was better than what I cooked. I guess I’m just not cut out to be a wife, eh?