I can do a pretty good Texan accent. I can strut around in my cowboy boots. I know the difference between "grilling" and "barbequeing". But, until yesterday, I could never pass as a real resident of Texas because I had never successfully baked a pie.
Yes, I'd tried. I tried using the easy, ready-made Graham-cracker pie shells... which promptly fell apart. I tried making a chocolate-pudding pie, thinking that if I avoided using the oven, perhaps it would work... but the pudding never set.
I was a real pie-making failure.
But, yesterday, I had to try again. I'd given Justin a little book of coupons for his birthday, back in January, and one of them promised him a freshly baked pumpkin pie. I don't really know what I was thinking. I guess I thought he'd lose the coupon, or forget about it, and I'd never actually have to do it! But, he stumbled across it while packing up his bookshelf, and so off I went to the supermarket to find pie crusts and cloves.
And, you know what, it actually turned out just fine! I used the Pillsbury pie crusts, which taste very good, and simply followed the directions on the back of a can of pumpkin! Justin was very happy, and scarfed down almost half the pie before I could get a photo of it!
Now, to be honest, I really can't stand pumpkin pie. (So, I'll never really be a Texan!) It's so mushy. It's so bland. But, I tried a tiny sliver of this one, and it was just about as mushy and bland as all the other pumpkin pies I've been forced to try, and Justin seems to like it, so I am officially calling it my first successful pie!