I’m not one post the minutiae of my life on FB.  Who cares when I left work, was having a bad day, running out of toilet paper, etc.    Some of you know what the euphemistic term books means, which could give and immediate insight to this story.  Many of you have other euphemisms.  Suffice to say if you hung out in the girl’s room at Mountstock ya know what I’m talking about.   Friday night I decided to bake a pie.  I haven’t made a homemade by in 13 years easily, possibly longer.  Buying the crust is actually making a homemade pie.  You’re cheating by avoiding the most difficult part, the crust.   A friend was coming over and I was gonna cook dinner.    Well once or twice a year I’ll cook dinner for my mom on mother’s day or her birthday, but other than that no.  Last Christmas she criticized the size of the yam pieces I cut.  In any event I use the recipe in the Joy of Cooking recipe for making the crust.  One should never read books or go into the girl’s room at Montclair High (oh, that word’s ironic) before cooking, especially if you’re cooking something you’re not used to.  Even though I hadn’t used that recipe in years as I started mixing the ingredients it all came back to me. The dough was looking mealy like it was supposed to it was wonderful.  The last ingredient is 5 tablespoons of water.  I know the water should be cold, that works better.  Unfortunately I read 5 cups not 5 tablespoons.  When I originally premeasured the water I did think, “Wow that’s a lot of water.”  And, later when I started adding the water and I was getting this stuff that was like the consistency of paper mache, I thought, “Hmmm something’s wrong.”  Needless to say it was like a Lucy episode.