My special lady and I are off to celebrate the fourth in scenic Watertown, MA. My contribution to the festivities is an apple pie, which is not in season but the all-americaness dictates it should be served. I was crackerjack in my preparation, and put together a lovely pie in no time flat. After placing the pie in the oven I began cleanup, and discovered the butter intended for the pie goo sitting on the counter. I called the missus over stat and began prepping for surgery.
The pie was removed from the oven after about 3 minutes of cook time. The crust, already softened from the cream glaze, was quite mushy. After cutting up the butter I carefully cut 3 slits in the pie with a paring knife. Lifting the edges with the knife I pushed the butter down into the pie. With leftover crust I sealed the slits. Stepping back to eye my work it was clear that while flavor was not going to be an issue, this pie was Frankensteinien in appearance.
Realizing that I would win no points for presentation, I quickly began preparing ingredients for daiquiris. Hopefully if I put enough of these into people they won’t even notice my pie folly.