
This old croaker of a former mechanic thought he could cook… again.
Will I ever learn? Would someone padlock the kitchen please?
Actually, I had a request… for a homemade strawberry pie.
Daryl Strawberry first came to mind.
Duh. I must have been on drugs, too. What did I get myself into? What was I thinking? A strawberry pie?
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So I found a recipe in Cook’s Illustrated once again. It looked easy enough.
And there weren’t too many ingredients: sugar, cornstarch, pectin, fresh lemon juice and salt…… and strawberries.
Lots of strawberries.
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Well, Cook’s Illustrated failed me this time.
They didn’t write down what SIZE of strawberries to get – just a weight.
Blasphemy.
I thought strawberries were all about the same size. You know. Size doesn’t matter.
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Well, the FRESH strawberries I ended up buying were too big. Freaking too HUGE.
Geez.
And there were LOTS of them. And they needed to be hulled. Heck, I knew I would eventually slice my fingers trying to hull them all with a knife so I cheated. Mechanics love tools, right? I bought this fancy-schmancy huller for seven bucks.


What a deal. Hulling was now a piece of cake! (Shhh… Quiet. My little Cake Boss may hear.)
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The recipe called for whole strawberries. But because the strawberries I bought were so freaking huge, they looked like bowling balls in the pie crust. While I didn’t know if it was taboo or not but I decided to cut the strawberries in half. I was worried that all that juice would leak out and make the crust feel like you were biting into a sponge.
(I cheated again and got pre-made crusts; it really shrunk big time after baking as you can see in the picture. I will endeavor to make the crust from scratch next time. Oops. Someone stop me from trying that, please.)
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Well, aside from the glaze not becoming transparent enough and the incredible shrinking crust, the pie turned out tasting great.
I will write a scathing letter of complaint to Cook’s Illustrated. They did not consider that old berry-brained former mechanics like me would actually try to follow their recipes.
I will also write a letter to President Obama and have him execute another Executive Order to change the law – that Cook’s Illustrated must write their recipes so that old former mechanics will understand.
But why complain.
I will just go to Marie Callendar’s next time and buy a strawberry pie for $8.99.