And I do believe my pie crust is flipping me off.
Do you think it’s pissed that I couldn’t make a really great filling for it’s delicious flakiness? Or is it that I caught it’s bad side, under bad lighting, and crappy styling? Any or all I guess.
I had such high hopes for this recipe. French Silk Pie is one of those deliciously sinful pleasures of the palate that is reserved only for special occasions—occasions such as say, a kid’s birthday party (or hell, an adult’s for that matter), or Valentine’s Day…whatever your event of choice may be. When done right, each bite truly *is* silky smooth and chocolaty heaven. Well, my friends, that was not the case this time. I don’t know what in the Sam Hill I did wrong…I followed the recipe to the letter, but that sucker just did not set up! It was French Silk Soup. Gawd, even the whipped cream was flat and sad. Sam didn’t care—he just ate it with a spoon. hehe The adults didn’t care either, really. I just passed out spoons to everyone, and we had chocolate soup instead of pie. Can anyone tell a baketard what I did wrong? Oh, and the photos don’t help matters either…I took the pics on the fly, under the stove light at night. Talk about your all around fail. lmao I am not daunted, however. I *am* going to figure out what I did wrong and make this again…because life is just too short to not include French Silk Pie. Even if it *isn’t* a special occasion. Please help a girl out!