I remembered one of the first pumpkin pies I ever made, long ago in Portland, Oregon. I left it on the counter. When I came back in the kitchen, my little kitten was standing in it.
I've had equal success with the pies I made today.
- Pie crust number one-- don't know what I did wrong but it just crumbled into a zillion pieces and I threw it away.
- Pie number two-- pumpkin pie. I know I included the sugar, and everything looks okay with this one, but Jon told them I'd bring two pies, so
- Pie number three-- blueberry pie. Last summer I learned a way to make this pie with maple syrup and fresh blueberries from the James Beard cookbook. The crusts rolled out really nicely. I only had frozen blueberries, and didn't realize that meant hot black smoke would roll out of the oven as the blueberries turned into wet stew and dripped into the fire. Although it looks nice on the surface, I know when you cut into it it will be a wet drippy mess. So on to:
- Pie number four-- butterscotch meringue. Never tried this one before. Had to bake the crust first, and it came out with mighty craters, but they were covered up with the beige pudding-- somehow butterscotch has a much prettier color when it comes from a mix. But I heaped the meringue on it, and it looks... okay... and the spoon licking was good. If there had to be another--
- Pie number five-- I'd have to make it out of beef broth and clams, because that's about all that's left in the cupboard!