The lard pie crust turned out great--tender, flaky, tasty, and pretty easy to work with too. I made pumpkin pie. Enzo helped with the whipped cream. He likes using the hand mixer. To him it's just a fabulous power tool that you get to lick afterward.
Of course no pie postmortem would be complete without some cavil, which is that the flavor wasn't quite as good as butter. Next time I'm going to try half butter half lard. Also, I want to make a pie with a top crust, so there's more crust to enjoy--apple, I think. It's all just a reason to make another pie.
I brought a piece of pie to my lard guy today. He called me a beautiful lady. I think we might have crushes on each other. I read online that he once fired an employee for yelling at the pigs and slapping them. Don't you just love him? He is semi-famous, it turns out.
I owed him $16 from last time, and I reminded him of that but pretended that I didn't remember the amount. He said just to give him $5. I should add that I gave him the pie after money part. It wasn't a pie bribe. It was a pie thank you. We bought a lamb chop. I am thinking about buying a steer.
The steer. Right. My plan goes like this: Buy high speed scanner. Scan all the closed case files that now fill our basement making it impossible to move or find anything. Buy deep freeze and put in basement. Buy steer and put in deep freeze. (Have steer slaughtered first for ease of insertion in deep freeze.)
If I had a steer in my basement, I would fear nothing. Except maybe power failures.
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