So I fancy myself to be a good cook and baker. But those who tasted of my baking skills the first time on Wednesday may have a different opinion, and may never taste anything I bake again.
On Wednesday nights I have class, and my prof always brings the seven of us that are enrolled goodies--orange slices (dad's favorite), fruit, pretzels--an odd assortment of munchies. One week he even brought in fried chicken, and I had to endure the smell of it for three hours (I don't like chicken). I thought I'd contribute this week with a pumpkin pie, since I've been craving one. I prepared the crust and mixed the pie filling (all from scratch, although I'll admit I use canned pumpkin) and baked the pie. I even let it go an extra five minutes since it didn't quite seem to be done when I checked it. I pulled it out, let it cool for two hours, and brought it to class.
Everyone but one person wanted some, and so I served everyone else first. Then I took a bite. It was the worst pumpkin "pie" I've ever tasted. While my prof and a couple of other people were exclaiming over how good it was, I was trying to choke it down. I didn't know if they were just being nice by eating it all and telling me they liked it or if they actually liked it, but I could barely stomach it. The pie wasn't done. Unlike the beautiful picture here, it was not yet solid, and more like pumpkin pudding or mousse in a pie crust. The guy who didn't eat any was probably the luckiest of the bunch. I took the last two pieces home and threw them away, all the while feeling mortified that others actually ate the stuff. I'll have to redeem myself when we get back from Thanksgiving break. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone, if I don't get back on and blog before then! And have some good pumpkin pie for me--just stick a knife in it to be sure it's done. :)
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