First, there was Life of Pie — the months in which I tried, failed, and tried again to become a master pie baker, baking my way through dozens of pie recipes. Then, I decided to learn to knit, and have knitted now dozens of squares and rectangles aka scarves, baby blankets, dishtowels and my latest accomplishment: hats.

And now, I bring you to the Life of Pasta . . .  for Christmas, my gifts included a pasta maker and The Complete Book of Pasta and Noodles. I predict a new era on this blog, as I learn to make not only delicous Italian dishes but Thai, Japanese, Chinese and Indian noodles. I’m so excited to get started and could not wait to tell my buddy Brian, aka The Food Geek about my cooking haul. (No competitions! But I do want to have Brian over for dinner.)

Who knows, though — there could be a Pasta Fest in my future.

Last night I went to a grownups Halloween party with my daughter. The girl was one of three friends the daughter of the grownups having the party was allowed to invite. I was one of 80 grownups the parents invited. The husband left me hanging; such is his disdain for Halloween and for dressing up, but I decided to go anyway.

In a last minute sprint I scoured the town for leftover bits to create a Halloween costume. I scared myself with a flapper costume two sizes too small and my first pair of crazy false eyelashes. At some point I thought, OH! I’m Cabaret-era Liza, and went with it, sporting black fishnets, fringe and some bright red lipstick. (BTW, how weird is it that three times as many people wanted to see me with my hair in foils as wanted to see the fishnet and fringe photo? You guys are a strange bunch.)

There were awkward moments at the party, as any adult Halloween party, I imagine (this was my first). I didn’t know anyone but the hosts and of course no one looked as they normally do. (Is that her real hair? Is that guy really that creepy or is he just being “in character”) I had fun, though, and even broke into a Charleston with fringe a-flyin’.

And then I won the best “adult” costume award. I think this mortified my daughter who said my costume was pushing the limits of mom-appropriateness. (Yes, it was tight. Yes, it was short — I didn’t sit down all evening). But I won! A PRIZE! For dressing up like Liza and pretending that 77 strangers were friends!

On another note:

You must read this post by my blogger friend Jaelithe. It is about pie and love and family and it’s touched me so much I’ve read it three times and want to save it in a Big Book of Best Blog Posts Ever.

Also:

This book, which I pre-ordered before PW even started writing it, arrived in the mail.

PWCooks

I have mentioned it before, but I love, love, love Ree Drummond, her blog, her recipes, her photos – and now I have this gorgeous cookbook. You should buy one, too. And another for someone you love who loves to cook. I’m not being paid for this. I think I just thought of three women I love who would like this book for the holidays. Bet you did, too.

OK. Let’s review. Awkward Halloween story. Awesome pie post. Pioneer Woman cookbook.

One more thing: thank you all for your guidance in the Family Photo War. I am trying to let go of my inner control freak, but I’m also eager to hear what Grandma has to say. I’ll let you all know how the whole mess turns out.

This evening, I’m baking desserts for a nonprofit event Friday night. Desserts for 200 people. I’ve made three batches of brownies, two of lemon bars and two batches of chocolate raspberry bars are in the oven. I’m almost done, and am finally sitting down to rest for the first time today.

Did I ever tell you than when the girl was a little girl, she called brownies simply, “browns?” As in, “Mommy, may I have a brown?” Sometimes we still call them that. I think it’s cute.

Anyway.

Friday night I will prepare pie crusts.

Saturday, I will shop for fruit (hoping for blackberries) and bake two pies (one, hopefully, blackberry silk pie and one of my MIL’s classic, chocolate town pie) for a potluck barbeque later that night.

Sunday, the girl wants treats for her final religion class of this school year.

This will be the most I’ve baked in a single weekend since Christmas.

Photos, and recipes — if you want ‘em — to come.

For now? I think I see a slightly imperfect brownie and a kinda squishy lemon bar that really shouldn’t go to guests. I shall rescue them, with a cold glass of milk on the side.

After three nights of tossing and turning about it, it’s time to get this off my chest. Clearly I’m taking this whole pie thing a bit too seriously. I mean, who takes the failure of a crust to heart? But I’m getting ahead of myself. On Wednesday, I told you about the Cran-Raspberry Pie and the  Chocolate Pumpkin Triple Layer Pie I prepared for Thanksgiving dinner. They both looked fantastic. And when we ate them, the fillings tasted very good; the crust did not.

I don’t know what happened, and believe me, I’ve gone over it in my mind a thousand times (see tossing and turning above). The crust, particularly on the berry pie was dense and unpleasant. The crust on the pumpkin was just not flaky enough.

Gah.

Of course this doesn’t mean I’m throwing in the towel. Of course I’ll try again. But next time? I’m not writing about the darn thing until I’ve had a bite myself.

A good number of you I know, have followed and even participated in, my Search for The Lard. Notable efforts were supplied by Jennifer, who searched, photographed and posted her search. My father-in-law bought lard for me in St. Louis, where he said there are entire grocery store aisles devoted to the stuff. The lard he delivered to my home (by car, 800 miles) never got put into a crust, however. I put it in the freezer downstairs and then there was an incident where someone left the freezer door ajar which naturally went unnoticed for several days. The lard was among the many unfrozen items we had to throw out.

This Lard brought to you with Cheese

This Lard brought to you with Cheese

In June, we went to a Jaggers Family Reunion in Rockport, Massachusetts where my husband’s uncle found some lard in the local grocery store. That’s him there on the left, posing with The Lard. If you’ve ever lived in Memphis, Tenn. you may think you recognize him. You do.

THIS lard got left behind at the house in Rockport. I was officially vacationing and so didn’t bake a pie while it was in my possession and then forgot to pack it in the cooler before we began our long drive home.

Dishing up the Peaches 'n Cream Pie

Dishing up the Peaches 'n Cream Pie

 

I know there’s lard out there — even here, in Charlottesville, but something has stopped me from making the trip to Reid’s (or any of the other lard-stops my readers have pointed out. I haven’t been baking much at all. In fact, the last from-scratch pie I created was in August — the delicious Peaches ‘n Cream Pie I baked for my friends.

In October, I helped out at a volunteer event at PACEM — a dinner to which I contributed fruit trays and a couple of store-bought pies. I know — the shame! But my work and travel schedule did not allow for anything BUT a trip to the grocery store, so there you go. I was sharing my disappointment that I hadn’t had time to bake pies for the event with a fellow volunteer and friend who said, “I used to bake, but then I decided it was bad for my family. So now I grow.” She had brought some delicious home grown tomatoes and peppers to the dinner. What she said stuck with me, though. I can’t bake as often as I did. It’s not the right thing to do for my family. So I’m limiting my baking to special occasions. It’s OK — I had to learn, and learning took practice and a pie-a-week was what I needed at the outset to learn how to bake a really fantastic pie. Now I know how — and feel confident in my pie making mad skills. Special occasions will do just fine, thank you.
Back to the Search for the Lard. I’ve really stopped looking. I know it’s out there in case I change my mind, but for now, I don’t want it. My new friend Melissa taught me that there’s more than one kind of lard — there’s artisan lard and leaf lard and if you’re up to it, you can even render your own lard. Melissa was advising me to use vinegar to cut the piggy taste of lard when, as the words “piggy taste” fell from her lips I thought, “Um. Maybe I’ll just stick to my all-butter crust and my shortening and butter crusts. People seem to like those just fine and there’s NEVER any concerns over a piggy taste. Ever.”
In case you’re still interested, or on your own Search for The Lard, Melissa has generously provided some links to Lard Resources, below.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lard

https://protected.accountsupport.com/flyingpigs/orders.html

http://www.prairiepridefarm.com/products/index.php?catid=17