Rob, my doctor-brother-in-law, came to town with my sister this weekend and since he took us out to dinner, I baked him a strawberry rhubarb pie by request. This was the first time I baked a fruit pie with zero help. ZERO. Usually I start whining about touching food and cold syrupy fruit where the bits of corn starch get stuck under my nails until B takes over, but he was busy playing some lame video game so I had to do this all by myself.
I think I’m getting better at making the crust all perfect.
Dropping bits of butter over the filling makes quite a difference.
I wish I could have eaten this pie all by myself, in a single sitting. With a good book. That would have been the best meal ever.
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