Thanksgiving minus 3: A morning of sipping coffee and listening to jazz while rolling out dough. Lots of dough.
All 19 of the single-crust pies that my beloved customers ordered for Thanksgiving–pumpkin, pecan, and sweet-potato bourbon–are now rolled out and in their pie tins. They will be par-baked and filled in phases, depending on their pickup times.
Next: the 11 two-crust apple pies. That’s 22 more dough disks to roll out… oh, and then there are the couple of extra non-Thanksgiving fruit pies that I need to prep or bake tonight for tomorrow. Thank goodness my awesome local jazz station has an inspiring Sunday lineup.
Please send a hand-and-forearm masseuse.