Covering everything from the bedroom closet to the kitchen closet
Last week, I went strawberry picking with a couple of friends. It was a great time, but we ended up with way more strawberries than any three people and their families might need. We used some of them to make jam, which is a story for another time, and the rest continued to be unused. Unused, that is, until last night, when (after making even more jam) we made a pie.
I had never made a pie before. It was exciting. So exciting, in fact, that I took pictures and decided it would be the next thing worthy of blogging about. But first, I have to clarify a bit: I didn’t really do any of the hard-work pie-making. My friend’s mom made the crust. All I really did was cut the strawberries and stir them with some sugar and flour. But hey, that’s something.
You may notice we also threw some blueberries in there too. It was a pretty wild night. Anyway, after mixing about four cups of strawberries and a couple handfuls of blueberries with about 2/3 cup of sugar and a little less than 1/3 cup of flour and a squirt of lemon juice, we dumped it into the pie crust and moved on to the latticing stage.
Again, I did not do most of the work on this. My friend took charge of cutting the remaining crust and then I helped by holding some pieces up while she wove them together. I still like to think of it as a team effort though.
My friend’s mom did the crimping around the edges after we were finished weaving, and then we stuck it in the oven. I think the times and temperatures were something like 20 minutes at 400 and then about 10 at 375, but I wasn’t watching it or paying attention because I was too busy being excited about the first ever pie I’ve ever made!!!!