Ok, I have a confession to make. I'm afraid of pie crusts. Not eating them (for the most part, but man, I've had some BAD ones!), but making them. This weekend for Mother's Day, I threw out the idea that I make some sort of baked good and buy a plant for Jeff's mom. He agreed, but suggested a pie of some sort. "But I've never made a pie crust!" I told him.
"So, just make one, it's easy," he tells me.
"No it's not! Have you ever made one?"
"Yeah, it wasn't that hard."
"When did you make a pie crust?"
"I don't know, I was still living at home and we didn't have any pie crusts, so I called my mom, and she said, 'Just make one', so I did."
"..." (this is my reaction of shock and disbelief)
"Um, nothing, I'm just surprised is all," I said.
So, I'm still not convince that pie is a good idea. I'm not sure I like the idea of my first pie crust being for a person who makes excellent pie crusts. Oh, I didn't mention that? Yeah, my MIL makes probably the best homemade pie crusts that I've ever eaten.
Now, I know I'm a good cook, and my baking skills are improving, but I'm not sure I'm ready for a pie crust. Maybe I can convince Jeff to do the crust, then if it goes wrong, I can blame him! Is that wrong?