Last night in the sixth floor kitchen facility, Robin Rosenberg held a bowl of pie crust up to her ear and whispered its secrets for a lucky few.
Those who enrolled in Food Academy: Pie Workshop Edition walked in as raw shafts of wheat, but emerged as golden seed pods, ready to be ground and bagged. To the entrants in the upcoming W+K Pie Competition: be prepared to get crust fucked.
Yes, Robin introduced us to a rich world of pie humor, some of it base. If you’re offended take your pie pan and go elsewhere.
In the class, we worked with our heads and hearts, but mostly with our ten organs of sensation, those phalanges that we use every day to do our work, but do we ever really feel with them?
That’s the secret, if you must know. It’s not lard or the buttermilk-to-water ratio. It’s certainly not about putting something crazy in it like cream cheese. It’s how to feel. And that’s something I am proud to say I learned in Robin’s Food Academy.
...that is a fucking beautiful pie.
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