So for the last month or so, my housemate Geoff and I have been in what could veritably be called a pie-baking frenzy. We bake, on average, two pies a week, most of which come out delicious. Before and during Reading Week Geoff and I baked a lot of bacon pies (credit for the recipe goes to Alicia), ensuring that we die at approximately age 30 from clogged arteries, but let no one tell you that it isn't worth it when you bite down into a slice of bacon-doughy heaven. Aside from that, we usually bake apple pie, which has always been a bit of a bugger to get off the ground. The proportions in the recipe we use are somewhat off, so it sometimes ends up super watery(probably a result of the water in the apples), which we've adapted to by adding less milk.
However, beginning this Saturday, I started baking strawberry pie. Not tart, but actually baked strawberries in what is otherwise an apple pie recipe. Granted, it's a little more difficult to get that striking strawberry flavour that we all know and love, but Saturday's pie was pretty close to perfect. Even Geoff gave it an approving nod, and he has a sugar aversion! But tonight I tried to bake another one, which double failed. If I'd been baking it solely for myself, I wouldn't have minded, but my new neighbour Ashley came over especially to try some of this new type of pie, only for me to accidentally botch it. Having changed nothing from the recipe I used this past Saturday, it somehow became watery, effectively turning it into strawberry crumble instead of pie (per Ashley's verbal save). I was disappointed, but it still came out tasting pretty good.
This pic is just too hilarious not to include:
Me cutting a successful pie:
