Letting Life Lead
I have two brothers who are quite younger than me. The youngest is a dad with twin daughters and the other one is biding his time looking for the lady who will light up his life. Anyway, I did a lot of baking with them when I was living at home. Mainly cookies and a few other things that our mother doesn’t cook. I’m the family weirdo, I suppose. For this past Thanksgiving my middle brother asked me to make a Lemon Meringue pie. I’ve made such a dessert before, but it had been a long time — at least ten years. Since I like him, I agreed.
I could have just bought a pie shell and then bought the filling and just slapped on some whipped cream and called it a day.
Go ahead and laugh. You know the drill.
Believe it or not things went along swimmingly and even the pie crust went off without a hitch. Maybe slightly under baked, but otherwise I had no trouble at all. I used my favorite bakery site for the recipes:
The pie crust shrank on one side just a wee bit. Minion #1 declared the lemon curd not sweet enough. Minion #2 ran off with the spoon.
It was gorgeous. Unfortunately, it did what meringues do and shrunk and wept overnight (we were traveling the next day and my mom’s kitchen is just not big enough for a last minute extra cook). Plus we arrived late due to weather. I was told it was delicious. I was much too full of other food to sample a piece myself.
That first pie was just no trouble at all to make. “Self,” I said, “Let’s make a chocolate cream pie!” I answered, “Yes, let’s do so in all of our awesome glory.”
Minion #1 was delighted with using a fork to break the baker’s chocolate. She did get a nasty surprise when she stole a piece. I did tell her not to eat any, but she just couldn’t help herself. If you’ve never used or tasted baker’s chocolate, I encourage you to buy a bar and take a bite so that you have the full effect of what the five year old experienced. Consider it research.
I tried THREE times to get that damn pie filling to set up and it just wasn’t working. I think it was okay and just need to cool only to have it stay liquid. To this day I have no idea why I couldn’t get it to work right the first two times. Luckily, I am used to stupid things happening for inexplicable reasons so I didn’t throw it out when it didn’t work the first time. However, when I finally was able to get it to set up I forgot to strain it! GAH!
It tasted really delectable, but was really grainy. No one wants a grainy chocolate cream pie! Having to chew bits in a custard is just not nice.
I hate you pie.
The whipped cream peaked and stabilized the way it was supposed to this time! If you haven’t read it yet, be sure to read my adventure with making a rainbow cake.
My downfall really was being cocky. I know that somewhere out there in the universe the three fates are laughing their hind ends off when they watch me strut proudly and then promptly screw up something else.
Let this be a lesson to you all. Quit while you are ahead and don’t let your ego inflate your confidence because you will come crashing down from the clouds.
The Literary (or Junk) Writings of Leslie Muzingo
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Confessions of a White Trash Hoe
Learn to Live
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TinyPurpleMe: Part Two
Illustrated Short Stories
Essays and reviews on narrative in games and new media
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