Well, if you haven't been reading me for the past week or so, then you have totally missed out on the fabulous pie posts! ;-) Well, OK, they probably haven't been fabulous, but they have been repetitive! But I did make good on a promise! I actually made a pie! Well, nine pies, to be exact--and with help from my kids! Let me show you the proof!
Beautiful, aren't they? And I promise they are the pies that the kids and I made, and not Oprah's pies! But if you check out the picture with the Strawberry Hand Pies recipe, you might be surprised! We actually did pretty well if I do say so myself! And I will also say that these pies were amazingly delicious!
But I do have a few tips. First of all, it says that the dough will be sticky. Well, if your butter is so soft that it is practically oozing out of the package, I'm going to hazard a guess that that is too soft! That's how my butter was, and this dough was almost like goo! I still wrapped it in plastic, although I had to use a ziploc bag since I was out of Saran Wrap, but I don't think it mattered too much.
Rolling it out, the dough got kind of sticky after it warmed up, so I am going to try less-soft, softened butter next time. And yes, there definitely will be a next time!
Trying to find a cup or bowl that was 4 1/2 inches was a little challenging, but JJ got his tape measure, and we measured all kinds of round objects! (Made me feel less guilty about not doing the math homework packet that his teacher sent home from school at the end of the year!) But as you can tell, we finally found something that worked just fine!
The filling was just strawberry jam and some sliced strawberries . . .
. . . then a little egg wash, seal 'em up, shake a little sugar (we just used regular), and pop them in the oven!
We couldn't resist checking on them once . . .
. . . and JJ came running in from the backyard and announced, "I can smell those pies cooking all the way outside!"
So you've seen the final result, and now I'll let you in a little secret. I wasn't sure how many pies the dough would make, so after eight (which was the supposed target number, I realized later!), we rolled the dough back up, rolled out one more and then gave up on the sticky dough. Total: 9. Well, that night, after everyone ate one for dessert (that would be four!), and we talked about how good they were and how there were enough for dessert for tomorrow night (that would be eight!), Mama went ahead and helped herself to #9 later that evening on the couch with my feet up on the coffee table. Delightful!