Two weeks ago, I made a pie. It was Canadian Thanksgiving. I am not Canadian, and neither were any of us who were celebrating it together. It’s just a thing we seem to do, at least since last year!
This pie marks the first pie crust of the dough variety I’ve made since my first unsuccessful attempt at homemade crust several years ago. Anxiously, I thought of all of the things that could go wrong, from the typical (dense, not flaky crust) to the irrational (eaten by wild monkeys).