I tried my hand at baking apple's pie yesterday....but silly me misread the proportions and doubled the amount of butter, so needless to say, it was graded F9 before the whole chunk went down the chute.
I was so grumpy and upset when the dough came out wet and soggy as I was preparing it. The "cover" for the pie sank between the apples when I placed them on top. So I got pissed and told James to remove the pie top and I'll make another one. I was so intent on doing it right - got the bowls chilled, froze my hands before I rubbed the butter in, etc - but ironically didn't bother to read the instructions as carefully as I should. It wasn't till the blob of molten thingy emerged from the oven and James decided to troubleshoot by asking me very basic questions like "did you use the right flour?" that I realised that I doubled the amount of butter called for in the recipe.
No wonder my uncle took one whiff and exclaimed in cantonese, "Wah! Butter pie ah!"
The saving grace was the batch of lemon butter cupcakes I made hours earlier which got a thumbs up from everyone present. I am determined to get this darn apple pie right this weekend. I shall be master over the recipe and not the other way round.