Pastry (Im)Perfection

I’ve been wrestling with pastry making for most of my life. That, coupled with cooking rice perfectly, reliably, really eludes me.

I will always have a red hot go at it, but the results are rarely what I had imagined and hoped they’d be. There’s no moral of the story here. No triumphing over a personal barrier. Just gritted teeth and the good old Australian adage of ‘she’ll be right, mate’. So, last night the pie crust was crumbly, and tonight the rice is going to be either crunchy or soggy and yet I’ll know I’ll have another go, undaunted. Perhaps that’s resilience in a nutshell. (Or should that be, in a pie shell?)