This didn’t work out.

I baked the pie shell (lined with aluminum foil, filled with beans).  I mashed and cooked 2 cups of fresh strawberries.  I drained it, added sugar and cornstarch and boiled and stirred and all that good stuff.

I tried to arrange the berries in a pretty, Martha-Stewart-like way.  That didn’t work, because I was running out of patience.  I poured the beautiful thick glaze over everything and chilled the pie for the required three hours.

It didn’t work out: the crust was dry, the glaze soupy, the strawberries too sweet.

I made a creole bean recipe in the crock pot.  That didn’t work out either.  I threw it all in the garbage.  On the same pie-baking, bean-cooking day, I made pizza dough in the bread machine.  And–you guessed it–that didn’t work out.  I had to add a ton of flour and the pizza just didn’t taste all that great: the pesto needed salt, I was low on cheese, the dough had no flavor.

So…I may have to stay at my desk and write from now on.  It’s safer here, in the land of romance and Montana and happy endings.

The Cooking Fairy has left the building.