So my yummy pandas, today I decided to do some baking. Well actually I decided it on Friday when I went to the grocery store to buy a whole bucket load of ingredients.
I guess I should start by saying that I have been craving a f–king pumpkin pie for the last 5 years. Yup! FIVE YEARS! Prior to living in London, I used to live in Cyprus. And both of these locations do not know or understand the necessity of providing its people with the gloriousness that is pumpkin pie. Luckily now that I’m living in the UK, getting American products is a lot easier. I mean there are dedicated sites over here that supply all that’s good in the world. Every fattening morsel of yumminess. YES! So I made it my mission to make me a good ol’ U.S. of A. pumpkin pie.
And the pie crust recipe I got from good ol’ Martha Stewart. I decided to attempt the Pate Brisee (Pie Dough) Now looking back at this recipe I think I used way too much butter. I’m now thinking that I read the ingredients wrong. Oh crap!!
Anyway, I’m pretty sure you’re asking yourselves why I couldn’t just wait until Thanksgiving to satiate my cravings. Well, people, May is my new Thanksgiving month. In fact if I want to bake me a pumpkin pie every month for the next year then that’s what I’m going to do. I REALLY need this. OK?! And besides I’m living in London. There are no rules or Thanksgiving Days. So I can celebrate being an American when ever I want. BAM!
I finally set out on my quest like a young giddy, albeit hesitant knight about to slay a dragon. I was prepared, I was knowledgeable, and my stomach was growling. I think now’s the time that I should also say… 1) I have never baked a pie in my life and 2) I had no clue about pastry making. Fear not people, I have yet to kill anyone due to my lack of experience.
All in all guys I think I did a pretty good job. I made the pastry yesterday and put it in the fridge overnight. Today I made the filling and poured it into my beautiful pie crust. I did experience a slight set back if I’m being totally honest. I forgot the heavy cream and the milk. I then had to un-pour my filling out of my beautiful pie crust and mix in the heavy cream and milk. I then poured it all back in again. PHEW! That was a close one. At least I had the chance to rectify my mistake.
I then let it bake in the oven for the allotted time and voilà I completed my first every pumpkin pie. Woop Woop!
Ok so it doesn’t really resemble Sally’s perfectly perfected pumpkin pie masterpiece. And it does have a couple of cracks in it and a thicker crust due to my over zealous use of butter, but, I still made it all by myself.
I’m bringing it in tomorrow for all my work colleagues. They are my chosen guinea pigs. Tonight however, my prayers will be, that I hope I don’t kill them, and most importantly, I hope it doesn’t taste like ass.