American Thanksgiving was yesterday. I had a nice time with my family; played a board game with my brother and SIL; hung out with my nephew a little; everyone enjoyed my pumpkin pie who tried it; and at the end of the day I was so exhausted I could have fallen asleep at 7:30pm and been very happy.
More details on that later, but first: the Pie-Making.
I always make the pumpkin pie on Wednesday, so it has time to cool and everything before Thanksgiving. I was using
the pumpkin pie recipe I tried out earlier this month [link], and everything was going swimmingly, except that I forgot to melt the 2 Tablespoons of butter I needed to add in the last phase of making the filling. So I melted the butter in the microwave really quick (and kind of overheated it, because the microwave's Melt Butter setting only works in terms of 1 or 2
sticks of butter--and a stick is 8 Tablespoons of butter!). And then, without thinking, I added the hot butter to the filling mixture.
The filling, at this point, contained one very well beaten in egg. I added the hot butter, and there was a... smell. A kind of... eggy smell. And then as I continued with the recipe, adding the milk to the filling mixture, I noticed little... particles, clinging to the sides of the bowl.
I had
scrambled the egg.A desperate part of me said, "You don't know that the pie is ruined!! It
might be, but you'll only know if you bake it!!" So I baked the pie, but I was pretty damn sure I'd ruined it, in texture if not in taste. And the graham cracker crust I used was the only one I had.
Which meant I had to go to the grocery store.
In the middle of the afternoon.
On the day.
before.
Thanksgiving.
I put the probably-ruined pie in the oven, and cleaned up a little, and then headed to the store. It was, predictably, a madhouse, but I was only there for one thing (well, two things; I bought a little bag of Lindt white chocolate peppermint truffles because I was Going Through It and I needed a Little Treat, goddammit), so I got in and out pretty quickly. I think it helped that I went at about 1:30pm, which was well before anyone would be getting off work for the day.
Anyway, I got home. Took a little fifteen minute break for my sanity. After that, I had to wash pretty much every measuring cup and mixing bowl I had used
by hand, so I could go about making the second pie. I took another little break, because lord knows I needed it, and in the meantime, the first pie finished up in the oven.
It did not puff up like my test run pie did earlier in the month; there were a few little bubbles, but nothing more than that. I let it cool for a little while, then took a spoon and scooped out a little bit of the filling as delicately as I could (so... not very delicately at all). The filling
tasted fine, and while the mouth-feel texture was more or less okay, the
visual texture was weirdly grainy, and nothing like the smoothness I'd seen in the test run pie.
This made me feel better about my decision to make another pie, and I commenced with that immediately.
(The second time, I melted the butter
first.)
Things went much better the second time around: I didn't scramble the egg, for one thing. I made sure to scrape the bottom of my stand mixer bowl halfway through adding the milk (Attempt #1 had a clump of the pre-milk filling mixture glommed onto the bottom where the whisk couldn't reach). The pie puffed up in the oven just like the test run pie had! I
did know how to bake a pie!!
The ultimate vindication, however, came that evening, when Mom and Dad both decided to have a slice of the Attempt #1 pie. I went to cut the pie--and the filling stuck to the knife, coming up out of the pie in big, grainy-looking clumps. The test run pie hadn't done that; I was right that the scrambled egg had messed things up.
(I was even more vindicated Thanksgiving night, when I sliced the Attempt #2 pie and
none of the filling stuck to the knife.)
(Thanks for reading!!)