You rolled your
shoulders as you pressed your hands into the dough, flattening it over the
flour-sprinkled countertop before rolling it into a ball again. You worked the
dough like you’d been doing for the past ten minutes, putting all your effort
into making sure this dough turned out perfectly.
You weren’t sure what
you were going to make yet. Pie crust, maybe. Cookies. Biscuits, even. Pizza
dough kept coming to your mind, and you’d almost resigned yourself to having
pizza for dinner tonight.
You perked up, hands
stilling in the dough as you heard the jingle of keys from the front step, a
moment before the door was opened.
“Honey, I’m home!”
You let out a laugh as
you heard the front door shut.
“Yes, you are. Come here,
you sexy thing!”
Rich laughter filled
the previously quiet house, and you continued working the dough. You reached
over and grabbed another handful of flour, sprinkling it over the section of counter
that you’d claimed as your work station. You kept kneading, glancing over your
shoulder to see Sam standing there, jacket discarded, tie loose around his
neck, hand stilled on unbuttoning the sleeve of his button-up shirt.
“Hi, honey. How was
He didn’t answer, and
you glanced over your shoulder again. He had his bottom lip between his teeth,
one eyebrow raised, eyes trained on your hands.
Because I am always looking for an excuse to bake sweets, there’s only one time of year I make an exception to buying packaged cookies. That opportunity arrived a few weeks ago, in the form of our precious next door neighbor, standing at our door asking if I would be interested in buying Girl Scout cookies. I happily ordered three boxes of Trefoils and told her that I might make some of them into a crumb crust for a pie. Her eyes got wide as she imagined such an endeavor!
The cookies arrived just in time for a birthday. I crushed enough of them to make 1 ½ cups and substituted them for graham cracker crumbs in a pie crust. I mixed them with melted butter and some sugar, pressed them into the sides of a pie plate and into the oven it went for 5 minutes. Beautiful!
So, how do butter cookies compare with graham crackers in a crust? Delicious, albeit rich! Not that the richness got in the way of eating it in record time, mind you. Only one meager slice remains, tempting me every time I open the refrigerator.
If this pie has made you think about making a key lime pie, an extraordinary recipe was posted here a year or so ago. It’s tart and tangy and sweet and perfect.