Good morning, guys! Happy Tuesday!
Yesterday, I mentioned that I was taking on a little adventure and that I would catch you all up today. Well, here I am to talk about it. I think I’ll start off with a little spoiler alert…the adventure ends with a happy ending! Anyway…
…does anyone out there think that their grandma makes the absolute best food in the world? Oh. What’s that? All of you? Yeah, I figured. Grandma’s just have that way about them and everything they make comes out perfectly like it was sent from heaven. Unfortunately, the things I make are usually good but not that good. However, I really strive to be like my grandma and be able to whip something up and have it be amazing.
There are two things that my grandma is known for: spaghetti sauce and pie.
I know my grandma’s whole spaghetti sauce process is a pretty complicated one so I decided to start with trying to tackle her infamous pie crust. There really are no words that fully can describe my grandma’s pie crust…light, airy, flaky, sweet, delicious…none of these words really do it justice. i knew it was going to be a stretch…but, I was going to attempt her pie recipe. Again. I had attempted it a couple of years ago and it left much to be desired so I scrapped the idea for a little. Anyway, she sent me home with enough apples for one pie on Sunday afternoon and I got started right away once I stepped into my kitchen.
I got my apples ready and then started on my crust. I had her recipe on a recipe card that I made a few years ago. I got it out of my recipe box and realized right away that I was missing a major ingredient. Without panicking, I just used what seemed to be a suitable substitution and crossed my fingers that it actually worked out. I, surprisingly, got my dough whipped up, rolled out, and placed in my pie plate with a relative amount of ease, which I did not expect. The last time I attempted to make a pie, it took me about an hour to first sheet of dough into the bottom of the plate. I struggled. This time, however…piece of cake! The second piece rolled out just as easily and went right on top. I gingerly placed it in the oven and said a little prayer that an edible pie would come back out in about 45-55 minutes.
The final product?
A delicious apple pie!
The crust was a little more dense and not as flaky as my gram’s, but I blame that on the substitution that I had to make. After it cooled, I gave the hubs a piece to taste. He gave me a thumbs up and said it tasted very similar to my grandma’s…winner, winner!
Even though it wasn’t 100% perfect from start to finish, the end product was delicious and it gave me hope that I can actually tackle something like my grandma’s apple pie…
…and maybe even her spaghetti sauce.
With much Love and Laughter,
Something to share: Does anyone in your family have a baking/cooking specialty? Do you like to bake…or work with dough (which I always think can be so complicated!)?