Every great once in a while my kids get bored enough to take my suggestion and bake with me. On one Sunday afternoon, I talked Eli into making a pie crust. What could be more fun than playing with pie dough? The end result was a flaky, delicious, maybe not the prettiest, baked crust ready for a tasty filling. We filled the pie with a lemon custard recipe that Aunt Valerie invented. But I’ll let her tell about that in another post! Here is Eli’s first contribution to my pie blog:
"Today I made a pie crust. First I had to put salt with flour. Then I put shortening in it and I cut it up with an arch thingy. Then I made iced water and pored some of it in the dough. Then I used a fork to make it chunky and then I made it into a ball. I pulled the ball apart and made it into a disk.
Then we put flour on it and made it flatter and bigger with a pie rolly thingy. It made my arms sore and my shoulders ache.
I folded the crust in half and put it on a pie tin. I had a folding crease down the middle and didn’t exactly fit perfectly. I patched it and poked it with a fork. Then I cooked it and it turned brown. The pie turned out really really good."