Let me tell you a funny story. One morning, I woke up from a horrible nightmare where B and I decided to bake a pie for our friends and their kiddies for a dinner party, but for some reason, we decided to bake it that night at their place. We didn’t bring any of the right utensils or ingredients, so the pie making was going nowhere. We even put egg in the dough, though I have no idea why. Meanwhile, our friends were patiently waiting for the pie to be ready while the food was getting cold and their kids were crying from hunger. It was really awful.
So I woke up, went to work and told my friend all about it, which led us to talk about how we should really bake a pie with their kids in real life to a) prove that dreams don’t come true and b) prove how fun baking a pie with awesome kids can be. And that’s exactly what we did.
Well, we baked a pie with one kid who is my favoritest four year old in the world because his little brother is still only a wee baby and though he can hold his head up, I doubt he’d be able to handle a rolling pin.
Since strawberries are still in season and my little pal doesn’t like blueberries, we decided to make a nice big strawberry pie.
First we washed them in the sink. Thank god for little steps because otherwise, I don’t know how he would have reached the top of the kitchen counter.
Those strawberries looked so juicy and delicious…
…That we couldn’t resist a bite!
Then it was time to make the dough. We’re waiting!
We cut up the butter (SO MUCH BUTTER!) into little pieces for the pie crust.
Look, someone’s already hungry for some pie.
Wait, what’s our other little friend doing? Oh, just enjoying the view and maybe possibly pooping in his pants.
Time to add the cups of flour.
More flour! I don’t remember what made me laugh so hard here, but I’m sure it was because of something really hilarious. Um…Does that sentence even make sense?
We had to move the party over to the counter to plug the processor in. Here we are adding the butter to the dry ingredients for some processin’.
After we mixed it up, I showed our buddy how to press the dough together into two balls, which we then stored in the freeze for some cold action.
With the pie dough in the freezer, it was time to cut up all the strawberries! There were so many strawberries. SO MANY STRAWBERRIES.
Then we added the sugar, salt and cinnamon to toss them all together into a goopy mess…
…That got all over his cool Wilco shirt. My bad.
Time to wash the hands again. Thanks, mommy.
Finally, the dough was ready to be rolled out!
Don’t forget the superhero punches!
We managed to roll it out enough for the pie pan so we could then add the piles and piles of strawberries.
SO MANY STRAWBERRIES!
Then I put the top crust on.
It was a little sloppy but we all agreed that it gave it a more “rustic” look. Who wants to look perfect all the time, anyway?
Then we brushed on some milk to brown the crust at the top and popped it into the oven.
Let’s check out our other special friend. Look at those eyes. LOOK AT THOSE EYES. AND CHEEKS. AND NOSE.
Voila! Strawberry pie for the masses! Mmmm…It was probably the best pie I ever had, made by a four year old. All that butter was totally worth it, too.
I can’t wait until this boy is old enough so we can make TWO pies.