This is my makeshift rolling pin. It is reminiscent of my college years where I used a Strawberry Hill bottle to roll out cookies, crusts and pizza dough. (Best thing that came from my roommate of the time, that bottle.)
Here I am, in my new house, looking for the rolling pin. I haven't used this since the move and I look in every drawer it should have been in and then every drawer and cupboard it shouldn't. I thought we were doing pretty well with the move; only one item missing and one broke. Was I going to have to add my rolling pin to the tally?
If I had been organized, this lack of a rolling pin wouldn't have occurred in the middle of making pie crusts for my quiches. Instead I was left scrambling to find something before my crusts dried out. I didn't have time to weight it down with beans or anything that would have made the process easier. As I finished up the fourth crust I reached into the baking drawer to pull out a scraper and there was my rolling pin, exactly where I looked first!
Think I need a bit of sleep or maybe my eyes checked?
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