The Peach Pie is cooling on the counter. I didn't go for lattice on the top. I wanted to but....the crust dough felt a bit too "flaky" meaning I had made it with a "light" hand. But I did brush with cream and sprinkle with sugar crystals. And--let's give me applause---I followed the recipes for filling and crust to the letter. Which I can report---works much better than not following directions.
I think things would have been easier still, if I had weighed the cups of flour on my scale. King Arthur seems to weigh heavy. 4 ounces per cup. I scooped. The scale is the way to go.
Since the oven was already HOT, I shoved a tray of cherry tomatoes (sun gold) in to roast with a drizzle of olive oil. I use them for a very pectin creamy pasta. I like it--no one else does. So I make it and pack it into a container and eat it when I want it. Because I am the only one cooking around here.
I still have that eggplant releasing water in the vestibule fridge. I will get it fried. After my porch visit.
The sun is shining and we're in the 70's. A nice day. Riley finally ate his breakfast at 1pm and was finally allowed to go on his morning walk. I think older dogs lose their taste for food. Or they forget they have food. But Riley sure can locate the neighbor's compost heap---she's a doctor and thinks hot dogs go into the compost. Guess what happens after he eats them?
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Mmmm. Peach pie. You'd think I could get decent peaches in Georgia. Brought home some beauties the other day and noticed they were from New Jersey! Then, I left them on the kitchen table to soften up and overnight Something came in the cat door and gnawed two of the three. Grrrr.
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