Meg and Me, From pleated plaid skirts to pie T-shirts |
This is how I came to give a pie lesson to 10 women, all mothers of students attending the Sacred Heart School.
I don't know which of the women actually gave the winning bid on the pie class, all I know is that Meg and I honed in on a date, Meg secured use of the school's commercial kitchen (OMG, now I REALLY want a commercial kitchen for the Pitchfork Pie Stand!!!), Meg got 50 pounds of apples donated by fellow school parent Larry Lofreddo, I drove up from Eldon, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Every evening pie class is assisted by alcohol. Even ones held in Catholic schools. Just like old times. :-)
While the ladies (pictured above: Meg, Stacie, Jill and Katherine) were more than happy to have a night away from their kids, they also couldn't wait to get home with their freshly baked pies. More so, it was the kids who were impatient. Their teen and pre-teen offspring sent text messages throughout the evening asking, "Is the pie ready yet? When are you coming home with the pie?"
Tavé, above, was all smiles after learning that she really could master making pie dough when she rolled out a perfect-looking crust. But don't think I didn't remind them (repeatedly): Pie is not about perfection!
We had enough dough and apples leftover to make some mini pies. Note a few are "free form" rustic-style. Because these little ones finished baking before the big ones, we were able to sample the goods. And we were not disappointed!
A little brown, but still beautiful. |
Every pie class ends with a Victory Shot. And victorious, they were.
I left energized and content, satisfied that I had done a good deed. If only those nuns from our old Catholic high school could see me now.