Previous to today, I have attempted to make pie once in my life.
The year was 2007, I was a missionary with limited time and no access to recipes. The ward I was serving in at the time was giving away pies for Father's Day. I knew all of the crust basic ingredients so made a shortening/flour salt mixture at a ratio that "looked good" and tried to roll it out with a cup onto a floured tile countertop, for the lack of a rolling pin or cheese cloth.
The filling was fresh apples and sugar. I had no idea what else to stick in there.
When I finished my pie crust dough attempt, it wouldn't stick together and was "flaky" to the point that I had to piece it together in the pie tin like a disappointing checker board. (I was using a take out container--much like the ones you get from Cafe Rio--as a pie plate, mind you)
I tried to make up for the lack of filling ingredients by arranging the apple slices in a concentric circle pattern. Looked great before I cooked it. After I cooked it, the pretty apple slice pattern had wilted and shrunk to about 3/4 an inch of "filling."
Let's just say it was pretty pathetic.
I followed a recipe this time. It still took 3 hours just to get it into the oven. It was amazing. It's gone now. I'll make another one on Thursday, and eat it all again.
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