A Portrait of Dashed Dreams.
It’s official: Pie Crust and I are mortal enemies. Well never be friends, never understand each other.
All of this started rather innocuously. Last night, my mom and I were discussing buttermilk pie. Then I started craving buttermilk pie. Buttermilk pie with flakey, homemade pie crust. Sure, I’d failed in the past, but this time was going to be different. I’d found a recipe that sounded perfect, and got started. It was already 11 at night, so I was going to let it chill overnight and then roll it out this morning and make the pie.
I finished up, covered the dough in saran wrap and put it in the fridge. This morning, I let it set out for a while so it wouldn’t be so hard. Then I tried rolling it out. It wouldn’t roll. It seemed like parts of it were too dry and other too wet. It stuck to my rolling pin and wouldn’t hold together.
It was hopeless, I threw it in the garbage.
I think I need to take a pie crust class. Every single time I’ve tried, I’ve failed miserably. I don’t understand, can anyone tell me what I’m doing wrong?
All I want is buttermilk pie!