Things were going well, I swear.
Lemon zested, almond extract added, pi sign almost carved. The smell of delicious, beautiful pie wafting through my apartment.
Then this happened.
I forgot to follow my own directions. Lower the temperature from 400 to 350. Don’t let your pie explode. OOPS! That ship has sailed!
And you know what I blame it on? Not myself, of course, but the show “Portlandia,” which is hilarious and totally distracted me. It’s your fault, “Portlandia,” for making me laugh. lv, molly