This baking show is gonna kill me. I actually bought some actual cow butter so I could make puff pastry.
If I attempt full puff pastry, not so much.
I just found this recipe for full puff pastry, and I’ll try it again sometime.
Sometimes, I smell pastry in my head. Or, as my mother used to say when I smelled a phantom smell, on my upper lip. That happened to me the other night, so I made a pot pie.
I “blind baked” the bottom crust, as they say on the baking show, meaning I baked it for ten minutes empty.
For the filling, I used a can of mixed veg (because I was HONGRY and didn’t feel like chopping a million, billion vegetables). Cooked ’em in a skillet with beef broth (veg would have been good, too), shallots, whatever herbs I felt like tossing in, and arrowroot powder to thicken the gravy. I had some kinda meat in there, too. Just shreds for added flavor. Beef, maybe. Not necessary.
When that was good and thick, I poured it into the baked crust and put a top crust on. Crimped it all along the edges and cut holes for the steam to escape.
In other news, I gave up on my potato plants and harvested what there was. Between the raccoons and the hornworms, this is what I had to show for my time and (minimal) effort.
Fried ’em and had ’em for breakfast. OMG, so fresh and delicious!
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Something doesn’t go as planned.