While I did not take a photo this time I will take the time out to describe my most recent baking endeavor for those that are lacking sweets in their life (See comments on previous post).
My last baking extravaganza was for Christmas with my loving mother watching over me. I successfully made an apple and pumpkin pie and declared myself a domestic diva. So when I had a few apples laying around and a friend over Sunday I decided it was time to try and recreate the baking magic sans mother.
Everything seemed to be in order, other than it taking a lot longer since I didn't have anyone to peel, core, and pare the apples for me. I was jamming out to Suzanne Vega and Tracy Chapman while bopping around the kitchen. Crust seemed to be just fine and I actually purchased a rolling pin this time around so there was no improvising. Got my bottom crust in and began the layering of apples, sugar, cinnamon, and butter. Was a little more scientific with the butter this time and kept it to a set amount before dotting. Rolled out my top crust, added a design for flair and popped that baby in the oven. About 55 minutes later the pie was golden and done so I set it out to cool while jamming out to Guitar Hero.
About an hour later my husband took a break from our gaming to go get everyone a slice of pie. I hear him calling "Honey?" "Yes Dear?" I reply (or something of that nature). "Did you put a crust on the bottom of this pie?"
I distinctly remember putting said bottom crust on pie but upon investigation it certainly looks like I hadn't. So we all had to be content to eat bottomless apple pie, which while not quite as tasty as my Christmas pie, was not a complete failure despite being bottomless. And I'd like to state for the record that the top crust was divine.
The next night I helped myself to a piece from the other half of the pie, which thankfully seemed to still have it's bottom. So chalk that up to a baking mystery I guess! Next time I will remember the photographic evidence.