BUTTERSCOTCH PIE
i started with the pie crust. not my specialty. really i would have probably been close to quitting soon after i rolled the dough out if i was in my right mind. yet i muddled through. (p.s. if anyone has a good pie recipe out there, i am interested). next was the filling, my favourite part. because our pots are all different sizes i was slightly exasperated on how i attempt to boil it...however with some ingenuity by mark, the double boiler process went quite smooth as he made a contraption to keep the pots in place. the meringue was last. i love the process of making meringue. it is fun to watch the egg whites get "beaten" to a pulp and start to rise into a smooth frothy fluff. so cool.. however, i do have the problem, of flat meringue. a work in progress, which will only improve with age, i assure myself. i put it in the oven...baked till the meringue was tan brown, placed it in the fridge to allow it to mold together. as i waited, i attempted to do the dishes. exhausted, after such a long day, i drained the sink halfway through, and went to bed. mark, excited at the prospect of butterscotch pie, was the first to taste it...judge rules:
SUCCESS!
ahhh, my pie is no where near the experts. the crust was imperfect, the meringue was flat...yet it was made with determination, a little love, a little madness, and manages to taste great. i should know. i have an expert taste tester in the kitchen!
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