bittersweet

As you know I only have one marketable skill and it is cooking. Ironically I have failed to share this skill with my own children. I am not sure if they are actually interested in cooking but I am not very quick to offer up lessons. Truth be told I am not even sure if they know the difference between a balloon whisk or a french whisk. It is embarrassing really.
Thing 2 has apparently been reading a book at school all about strawberry pie making and after three days of non stop hounding I finally gave in and agreed to show the kid how to make a pie. Of course not a strawberry pie mind you because that would require me to go to the grocer and I save that for special holidays and weekends only. So we set out to make a chocolate cream pie.

The shell which he fluted on his own

I would like to tell you that there was some beautifully funny story or that there was bonding or something else along those lines. Truth is I am super uptight and allowing messes and uneven crust rolling and improper technique just stresses me out. In reality the only reason I am telling  this story is so that I can show the best picture ever.
 Fun fact when making a chocolate pie from scratch one must use unsweetened chocolate. Even more fun fact when Thing 2 excitedly asked if he could try out the chocolate I let him. Of course I only allowed it AFTER the camera was ready. He should have known better then to believe that I would just allow him to dive into the ingredients. So here is the whole reason for this post.

I later learned that he thought it was the same chocolate I use for our annual Christmas eve fondue. I learned this at the same time I learned that he sneaks into the cupboard and chips himself off chunks all season long. As soon as I learned this information I felt like him eating bitter chocolate was sweet sweet justice. I may have negated the points I earned for pie making for this move but I would do it again in a heart beat!

The pie in all it's uneven glory

Whipping the cream. 

 

cutting

finally done!