It was a rainy miserable day which didnt help how pissed off and sad I was.
so I took my tried to let my rage out by cooking (and doing an hour of kick boxing). I brought some of my trusty "friends" together and made some dough
wrapped it up in wax paper and let it set. This crust was rather crumbly and dry. Must have been the rage. I really think what you are feeling goes into your food. This happens in "like water for chocolate" which I was forced to read in spanish.
Gorgeous!!!
But not cooked. So I had to bake it agian when the pie got to its destination.
After baking and filling a friend's apartment with smoke from the melted butter burning on the bottom of the stove. We were able to feast. This pie tasted like the best mushiest part of a brownie. AMAZING!