The Amazing Wallene.
And there is a story to go along with this pie.
Of course there is a story to go along with this pie.
It's my blog Tadpoles.
Pooldad and I were going over to his parents home for a visit last night. Being me I thought it would be nice to take them one of my apple pies. And wouldn't a pie for us be nice too?
Yep, "last minute Skippy" thought making pies at the end of the day was a good idea. ::grinning::
In less than 1 hour I managed to whip up two pretty nice pies. I wrapped one up to take on our visit to be baked there and the other I put in the oven, with specific instructions to Wallene to take it out of the oven in exactly 45 minutes. I have made so many apple pies since I mastered the art of pie crusts that I know this is a no fail baking process for them. You don't have to check them or cover the edges. Nothing. Just stick it in and take it out in 45 minutes.
Easy peasy, right?
On our way to the in laws I texted Wallene to ask how she was doing and inquire as to the status of the pie.
I texted again.
I phoned her.
Now I was getting really worried because Wallene ALWAYS has her phone and ALWAYS answers it. I thought she might have slipped or burned herself or [insert Mother's worse nightmare scenario here] and you know I how frantic I was becoming with each passing mile.
I texted her again - this time writing "CALL ME NOW. I AM WORRIED."
I told Pooldad that if she didn't answer by the time we arrived at his parents home we would deliver their pie, give them a kiss and head back home.
I also told him that either something was wrong with our daughter or she had screwed up the pie.
Two guesses. The first one doesn't count.
Wallene finally rang me back and Tadpoles? She sounded so sad. So heartbroken when she told me she had forgotten about the pie. It had burned. Crusty black and ruined. Sigh.
I told her I wasn't mad. It was just a pie and I could make another one in no time. I told her not to worry, we would be home in a while and I would make more pie.
Here's the amazing part.
While we were gone Wallene, who has never baked in her life; who has never made a pie crust or a pie filing; never rolled out anything with my 10 lb+ marble rolling pin, MADE HER VERY OWN APPLE PIE. She rode her bike to the store for another bag of apples, and before we arrived home she had replaced the one that was burned. wow.
We walked in the door at 10 pm to the delicious aroma of fresh baked apple pie. Not the burned smell I was anticipating from my pie. Nope. It smelled so yummy in our home.
And I was shocked.
A real, honest to goodness homemade, from scratch, down to the last detail, apple pie.
Oh, and a clean kitchen. ::grinning::
If you have ever baked a pie from scratch you know what an accomplishment this is for a beginner. A beginner who did not have a single person around to ask or call for advice. I have never taught Wallene a thing about making pies, she just likes to hang out with me when I do. Obviously she was paying rapt attention because gang this pie is so, so, so, so delicious. The crust is so flaky. The filling is cooked to perfection with a wonderful mix of spices she chose. [She explained to me later that my "recipe" is ::ahem:: sort of vague. hee Hey, it's written in my shorthand.]
We ate warm pie and kept on exclaiming over the taste and the fact that she did it.
All by herself.
She has accomplished so many things that make us proud. School, marching band, blue ribbons for her photography and I have to say I could not be more proud than I am right now about her and her pie.
[My blog. My daughter. I get to brag. :D]
I don't know who is more excited.Wallene, because she did it all by herself; me, because I am off the hook if anyone wants a pie; or Pooldad, because two of us baking means double the apple pies for him. YAY!
See ya' on the flipside Tadpoles. I have pie to eat. OH yah. . .