My heart is broken. There is a pit in my stomach. I've done something awful and I don't know if I can forgive myself.
I was making some delicious buttermilk pancakes and there just happened to be a little buttermilk left over. What was I to do with that poor little buttermilk? Pour it down the drain? Heck NO!!!! I had to make one last, mouth-watering buttermilk pie. (Don't judge me!) I divided the recipe in 1/3, whipped up the batter, poured it in my last pie shell, and stuck it in the oven. 450 degrees for 10 minutes. Done. Then I turned down the oven to 300. The pie needed another 30 minutes. BUT I forgot to set the timer. Mistake number 1. I realized about 3 hours later that I had left the pie in the oven. Dang it! Well, I take it out. It's pretty brown....not burnt, but definitely over-cooked. Then the hubby says, "A true fan would still eat it...."
Oh no he didn't!
I grabbed a fork and dug in. It was edible, but not enjoyable. Mistake number 2. Hey, at least I tried.