So, I wanted to bake an apple pie. Wasn't my first time.
|hard at work, like I know what I'm doing...|
|ready for the top layer of crust|
The pie went in the oven, sat there cooking peacefully. Forty five minutes later the timer went off, I checked the pie, it looked great. (You have to take my word for it: I have no pic to prove it.) So what did I do? I put on my big red oven mitts, picked up the aluminum plate with the pie, and voilà!
|accidental apple cobbler|
|this one is from another, more successful, day|
Lesson learned: next time I'll put an aluminum plate on a baking tray, take the tray out of the oven when the pie's done and let the pie cool till I can pick the plate with my bare hands. I won't grab a hot flexible aluminum plate with a nice pie in it wearing my bulky oven mitts!
Unless, of course, I decide I want another accidental apple cobbler which, by the way, was delicious!
|you don't have to look good to taste great!|
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)