There are books that make you cry because a cute puppy dies, or a war is lost, or the star-crossed lovers are finally united. And then there are the really, really good books that make you cry because after you read them you can finally make a pie crust. Consistently. And it doesn't look like it has hail damage, even.
I can't put my finger on the secret here, but whatever it is, I will never try anyone else's crust recipe.
As for fillings, I certainly didn't try them all, but several were quite nice: broccoli, mushroom and ham quiche hit the spot, and the Italian sausage and spinach polenta pie was a stunner. The next time I check this out, I plan to try the baked reuben sandwich, which is basically a reuben inside turnover pastry. Not a bad idea, huh?
