I really do know how to make a pie. I’ve made some fabulous pies over the years. But once in a while a whole bunch of pies will come out of my kitchen less than edible. It seems to happen in cycles. And because I am stubborn, I keep going until the pie-wreck cycle is broken.
I’ve gone through pounds of butter and flour with mixed results. Some would make better wall-paper paste than pie crust, but as long as I could stuff it into the pan – it would be baked. Other doughs rolled out perfectly and went into the pan like a pie crust should only to come out of the oven like it was exchanged for dessert sand.