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Saturday, December 22nd, 2001 04:15 pm
My mother is a good cook. My mother is a very good cook. I've known this almost all my life, maybe all of it, even while I was small and whining about the fact that my mother had put (cooked well or not) green beans on my plate!

She makes a very good pasty. I had two servings, Scott had one. Now there are a variety of tinfoil-wrapped servings in the refrigerator, some snack-sized and some meal-sized. I may freeze some of them, but I haven't decided yet, so we'll see.

It was absolutely delicious. Getting it unwrapped wasn't that bad. (Mom had warned me that it wanted to fall apart. It did, but unwrapping it in place - using a thick plastic spatula to hold the just-finished portion up just enough to let the plastic out from under the next section - worked perfectly.) Put it in, cooked it. (55 minutes. 400 degrees. And for a miracle, I hit 400 - which is set at about 430/435 on my oven, yay ovens - on the first try, so I didn't waste more time fiddling wtih the oven temperature.)

Mom, what did you put in that pasty, besides the meal and potatoes and stuff? I went all domestic. I mean, all the dishes except the baking tray are in the dishwasher, and the baking tray is clean.

I don't do domestic, often. But apparently when you give me a nice pre-made pasty that just wants baking, I can be inspired to it. Mmmm.
(Anonymous)
Sunday, December 23rd, 2001 02:07 am (UTC)
Must have been the parsley. It can't have been the butter...