I give up. Drama-free pies are not written in my destiny. Something is always going to go wrong. Always. I’m just going to accept this and move on. Because guess what, drama or not, there’s usually a buttery, flaky, perfectly delicious pie at the other end. Some would say it’s worth the hair pulling and hysterics. I’m going to become one of them.
Because somehow, a classic apple pie can never really go wrong. There’s sugar and spice and literally everything nice. So even though my fridge wasn’t doing the one job it has, this pie crust saved itself by the sheer miracle of…butter? There is a Pie God after all….