So, I baked a pie. Never baked a pie before, but Nichole said it was easy, and I figured I was up for it.

It… didn’t go that well.

The crust was the first problem. I made a pretty standard butter crust and rolled out the bottom crust without too much difficulty. The top crust, however, was more of a problem. It stuck the counter. Kind of a lot. And tore. And… I might have thrown what could charitably be called a hissy fit, not to mention the dough across the kitchen.

The next morning, considerably calmer, I made another batch and let it sit in the fridge all day. This one rolled out much better, which led to the next problem: filling. I’d decided on a berry pie as being nicely summery, so the previous evening I’d tossed the contents of a bag of frozen mixed berries in a bowl with some sugar and lime zest. The twenty-four hours of maceration produced quite a bit of juice and shrunk the fruit, so when I filled the bottom crust, there was plenty of room to spare. Casting desperately around the kitchen for something else to put in the pie, I settled on a handful of fresh blueberries and half a bag of frozen mango chunks. Yeah.

Pie!

It still wasn’t enough filling, so the top crust fell down a bit. It ended up rather lumpy. Still, tasted OK. The bottom crust more or less dissolved with all the juicy filling, but the top crust was buttery, flaky, and pretty tasty. The filling was an unusual combination of fruits, but I’ve tasted worse. I might make another pie some day.

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