My husband is always right… except when it comes to pie crust, pizza crust and crusty bread. I am the typical, agreeable middle child, bending and flexing while allowing others to make major decisions such as where we eat, what we eat and even when we eat. I grew up in a blended family with nine children rarely getting “my way.” Honestly, it does not bother me a single bit to go with the flow of whatever the majority wants.
In the Woodson home, that majority is usually voting two to one with Bella and Lance voting two to one against Sharon. A prime example of this was my birthday dinner last year. Bella and Lance had been (and coincidentally, months later, still are) on an Asian food kick. I had long tired of eating Asian food on our family meals away from home so my only birthday dinner request was “no Asian restaurants, please.” Just where did we end up going out for my birthday dinner? We went to Whole Foods and ate sushi from their quick service bar. I’m pretty sure I was outwitted by their promise of gathering a few needed pie ingredients.
Being outwitted by the pair of them is all well and good when it comes to eating delicious sushi, albeit from a grocery store, but when the topic of crust arises, all bets are off. For me, pies, pizzas and breads are only properly prepared with a thick crust of deliciousness. Lance and Bella are in the opposite camp and represent the thin crust majority of my household. Ugh!
Every time I make a pie for my own home, we have the conversation. On the rare occasion we go out for pizza rather than Asian cuisine, we have the conversation. Each time I bake bread, we have this same conversation: thick crust versus thin crust. It’s a battle to be sure. One day, I hope the pair of them will just give up and stop fighting me on what I know in my heart to be true: thick crust is perfection.
In the meantime, I will be here snacking on some beautiful rose shaped pie crust cookies like these from The Ruby Kitchen. They were intended to adorn the top of a delicious pie for my sweet husband and daughter, both of which believe that extra crust, mixed by hand and lovingly formed into individual small roses by hand, is an abomination. After debating pie crust with my husband for the thousandth time, I resigned to bake a pie the way my family likes it, while also baking some extra crust cookies for me to enjoy with my own slice of the pie. After all, everyone has deal breakers when it comes to compromising at mealtime.