If you know me, you know that pastry is the THING that really gets me steaming mad. Right peeved off. I have just never had any luck. I've tried nearly every trick in the book and although my Mom says it's easy. I have yet to find it as such.
Until Easter weekend. I had to. I mean really - who's going to sit back and let some silly pastry beat them into the ground. Me? Ha!
So I armed myself with loads of flour. LOADS. And butter. And shortening. I was prepared for anything. And why, you ask???
My Dad and Mr. Hungry have a thing for Lemon Meringue Pie. *sigh* I am not a fan. OfLemon Meringue Pie. I love apple pie, but not lemon. I mean, the lemon I can handle. The meringue, not so much. It's just eggs all beaten up and sweetened and baked for a bit.
So, being a good daughter and a giving wife, I made them guys some pie.
And we all know that pie starts with pastry.