Cook for 25 minutes more or until juice is bubbling out of the Morse-code slashes. Lord knows, men are hardly worthy of such gifts. Put three sticks of butter and a bowl of water that has ice in it in the fridge. Drape one over the pie pan with a little extra hanging over, and fill it with cut-up fruit mixed with a little flour, cinnamon, and a drop or two of rum, and dot the top with butter.
So, on behalf of men everywhere, thank you for all the words and the pictures so far, and now the pie, which is really too much. Take it out and knead it on a counter sprinkled with flour, but not too much or the molecules will get stretchy and the dough will be tough. It stings a little, but we're glad. It's been what, eight or nine years that we've been together now? If you don't know what that is, go look at the smaller pieces of gravel in your driveway. Put foil all around the edge so it doesn't burn; take it off after the pie has cooked for, like, 20 minutes and turn the temp down to 350.
But it makes us glad, not knowing what to expect. Usually you tell us you need three weeks to write a piece, and even that's going to be tight, because you don't know what you're going to say — and then it pops into the in-box in half an hour, and we don't change a word. Make a design or write a message to someone, code or otherwise. For a yummy, richer crust, brush with heavy cream and sprinkle with raw sugar from the packets at Starbucks.
Cover it with the other dough circle, pinch the edges together, and cut some little holes in the top of the pie with a knife. Put the food-processor bowl and the sharp blade thingy in the freezer. . A few times now you've — your long platinum neck, your deep Guinness eyes staring out from the photos, your movie-star nose, twitched a little, your long body lounging on our pages. How to Make a Pie By Mary-Louise Parker Turn your oven to 425 degrees.
Slowly pour, like, 7 or 8 tablespoons of the ice water in with the flour gravel and pulse it till it comes together into a ball that isn't sticky. When you write, like when you talk, the words can be jarring, as if you pulled a knife on us and then laughed — that loud, wonderful, piano-bang laugh — when we froze with fear. You've , too, and it's always really great and really funny and smart. Put them in the fridge for at least an hour. Form the dough into two big air-hockey pucks and cover with plastic wrap.
Take it out and let it sit for as long as you can wait but not so long that it gets cold. Roll the pucks into circles bigger than a pie. Through The West Wing, through Weeds — through it all, you've always had time for us. Parker, This time, we don't know what to say.
If you forget about the dough, you can throw it in the freezer but once the seasons have changed, chuck it. . . .
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