I made another pie on Monday. One more pie. That’s a crucial detail I missed when I started to put it all together. I boiled sweet potatoes for only one pie. I peeled them, put them in the mixing bowl. Then I added the rest of the ingredients, according to my recipe. Yes, according to my recipe WHICH IS WRITTEN FOR TWO PIES. Started the mixer, noticed the resulting mixture was a bit runny….oh, shit. Dropped head into hands. I didn’t buy any more sweet potatoes, so I couldn’t just turn it into two pies. Tasted the mixture – a bit sweeter than usual (because of DOUBLE the amount of sugar needed for ONE pie), but pretty good. So at John’s suggestion, I added some flour to thicken it up, crossed my fingers, and cooked it.
I don’t know how it turned out. It’s puffy, and it took longer to bake completely. It was meant for my team at work – they’ll have to let me know. I’ll just hide when they try it. They’ve had it before! They’ll know!
To make matters worse, also on Monday (after the pie made it into the oven), I dropped a plastic mixing bowl of caesar salad. It landed right side up (small miracle), but half the salad bounced out of the bowl and landed on the floor. I had to walk away. Actually, I think I stomped away. That’s also when I decided not to make cookies that night. Too dangerous.
And you wonder why I don’t cook! Maybe you don’t wonder. THIS IS WHY.