Ask me to finely dice an onion, and I'll do it. Tell me I have to strip the leaves off a huge bunch of thyme, and fine, it's done. Command me to peel five pounds of potatoes, and your wish is granted! But ask me to roll out a pie crust, and you can kiss my apples. For some reason, rolling out dough is probably my least favorite kitchen task. I don't make cut out cookies, perfectly round biscuits (only drop biscuits), or fancy pie crust. Rolling out dough generally turns into a sticky mess for me, so I avoid it. But you know, sometimes, I miss pie. My good friend pie. So now, I make a press-in-the-pan pie crust so that pie and I can spend time together. It's very simple--I haven't screwed one up yet--and tastes just as good as a rolled out crust.
From deodorant and ketchup, to raising chickens and composting.