First, let me say that I made a pie. I made my first filled pie with real shells made from scratch and everything. My Grandma is a genius. She was the one who gave me the recipe and all the tips for a successful crust and filling.
What she did not give me was the knowledge to thaw the berries completely and crimp the pie well before placing it in the oven. Actually in her defense she did tell me to thaw the berries- I just didn't listen. So there's another point for Grandma (the Pie Genius). Come to think of it, my Mom deserves some credit here as well- she gave me the berries and relayed messages between me and Grandma. So thanks to Mom!
Well I put the pie into the oven and kept checking on it regularly. Mostly because it smelled amazing and because I was worried the edges might brown up too much and I didn't want that to happen. I was, after all, going to serve this to guests!
I checked on the pie at around 15 minutes left on the timer... and it had started... a slow oozing of purpley jam like consistency out the side of the crust. I thought, "Well I'll just let it go, it can't be too bad"...
I was wrong. It got worse.
It oozed up onto the crust top and over the side. It oozed over the edge of the pan and onto the racks and the bottom of the oven (thankfully covered in foil). The ooze continued to cook into a protective layer of berries mixed with sugar that hardened like sap on a car windshield.
It was an absolute nightmare to clean. I had to haul both racks out of the oven after cooling and run hot water over them to dissolve the sticky mess. They are too big to submerge and my scraping/rubbing with a towel and scouring pad were fruitless attempts!
Thankfully the pie was amazing and tasted wonderful. Another Kitchen Lesson Learned!
The Toilet is another mess entirely.
This morning we woke up and went through our normal routine just like another morning. Steven took his shower, I got ready for work and just after Steven brushed his teeth we both heard the sound of the toilet running- for no good reason. I just figured, "Well sometimes it does that I guess", because sometimes the toilet upstairs does do that.
But Steven apparently has a trained ear and he went over the toilet, jiggled the handle and removed the lid. I go back to curling my hair and he starts to check all the normal issues. Is the chain tangled? No. Is there anything "wrong-looking"?? Not really. Just then, out of the corner of my eye- I see him touch the cap of the pump and all hell breaks loose.
Before I know it nasty toilet water is breaking out of the pump, and filling the floor. Only its not coming from the pump, its coming from the hose that connects to the wall. I just didn't realize this. He leans down and I assume that he's trying to find the source of the leak and I walk over and try to push the pump back down under the water to squash the spraying and end up shooting it at Steven's face instead. Turns out he was trying to turn the water off at the valve under the tank of the toilet and I messed up big time by trying to mess with it at all.
So long story short- Steven had to change his shirt, we are down a toilet but not a pie and things got pretty exciting in the Stanley household this week.
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