For years, I wanted to learn to make a decent pie crust. Okay, stop laughing. I've never really been a Susie-homemaker type gal. And, maybe pie crust wasn't the highest on my list, but it was on the list. I'd always shied away from trying, in part because I'd heard it was hard, that it is an art, and in part because honestly, the road to dropping a pant size is not paved with pie.
But finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. My DH loves strawberry pies, and he buys them from Coco's, which is sort of like an upscale Denny's. I don't eat those pies. The strawberries are large, and generally tasteless, and they are liberally coated in a red colored, 'strawberry' flavored cornstarch based goo that I find icky. And then the pie crust is tough and icky too. I can't figure out why he likes those pies. Ryan eats them too.
Like I said, I couldn't take it any longer. I pulled out the big, red gingham covered, 3-ring binder cookbook and looked up pie crust. Shoot, only 4 ingredients, and I have all of them here. How hard can it be? But my first pie crust didn't cradle a strawberry pie, it was actually on top of a turkey pot pie. And I didn't take any pictures. But, is was a very satisfactory pie crust, and bolstered my enthusiasm for the task. Oh, I should also mention that getting a real rolling pin made the job much easier.