Guys. I made a pie. All by myself. And it was beautiful. And tasty. And the crust was flaky.
And it is my first pie.
And I feel so wifey. And domestic. And American.
Am I proud? Oh yes I am. As in, chest puffed out and parading around like a peacock and taking pictures and sending them to my parents and posting them on my blog proud.
Behold:
The Unbaked Wonder,
The Non-burned, Golden Brown Finished Product,
And the oh-so-pleased with herself Culinary Queen
Sadly, I looked darlingly domestic before the pie was baked but took a shower and got into comfy sweats during baking. But I'm pretty sure I looked something like this:
Let this hereby be recorded on my list of domestic triumphs.
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