Yesterday I learned a very important lesson. If you should, by chance, happen to make a giant mess of your oven whilst baking an extremely juicy cherry pie that spills over onto the oven’s hot coils despite the drip pan you put under it to avoid such a calamity, then smolders, fills your kitchen with a smokey smell, and burns sugary liquid all over the bottom of the oven that you have to spend 30 minutes scrubbing before returning the pie that you ripped out of it in a fit of panic back into the oven to commence baking (um, this is by chance only. I certainly don’t know this from experience), your understanding husband will take you out to a free Olive Garden (YUM – salad heaven!) dinner using two years worth of Olive Garden gift cards and then to the ritzy Dollar Saver second-run movie theatre to see Megaminds. Good to know. I’ll have to file this away in my brain for future reference. If you screw up badly enough, you’ll get an awesome date night instead. Perfect! I hope you have learned something from this.
P.S. – I’m know, I know. You’re worried about the pie. I did my best to salvage it. Ted apparently likes the smell of burnt fruit because he walked in the door and said it smelled great. Men. We’ll be digging into it tonight during the game, so I’ll let you know. By the way, I think it’s only fair to mention this particular recipe received nothing but 5-star ratings and the reviewers raved about how easy and fool-proof it was. HA! I’m no expert but I have baked my share of far more complicated pies and have never had this problem before – idiot proof my ass…it better be delicious.
