Three little letters. P-I-E. But they can
strike fear. There is the prospect
of shrinking crusts (!), tough pastry (!), and gummy dough (!) for one.
Add a pinch of “meeting the boyfriend’s family for the first time” and you have
yourself a down-home recipe for a thanksgiving disaster.
That is, if you don’t have the right recipe.
And if the family doesn’t happen to be one hundred and ten percent
wonderful. For me, both turned out to be quite lovely. I was lucky enough to spend five days a