And now I know why my mama, one of my favorite bakers, buys store bought crusts. Seriously, could anything be more obnoxious than making your own pie dough!?!? Over the past two days I have done plenty of online research on food blogs and recipe forums regarding this art form, and I really believed I could execute the endeavor. Let’s just say the two apple pies I made this evening definitely mark the beginning and end of my dreams of being a pastry chef. And major props to all of you who have perfected and/or enjoy this sort of thing. You. Are. Crazy.
One pie is a gift. The other I’ve had one slice of, and since that’s all I’m allowing myself, I’d love to share it with you. Come over and eat!
So you’re probably wondering what these masterpieces look like, right? Well, it appears that my camera decided to move to North Portland without me and is currently taking up residence at Mandy’s. Too bad, really, because yesterday and today were all about FOOD. Mandy and I made BBQ roasted portabello mushrooms last night with apple-cabbage slaw. And then Dana and I biked up to St. Johns this afternoon for a vegan feast at Proper Eats. She had cornmeal encrusted tempeh with beans and greens, and I had a pesto-barley-veggie wrap with a massive slice of avocado on top. No joke.
I’ll try to get back on photo track tomorrow…
Workouts: Spin class yesterday, 10 mile bike ride and 45 minutes of elliptical today. Not bad!