And what a day it was.
A friend of mine has a mulberry tree.
Daz went and picked mulberries because I said I'd make him a pie.
I googled a recipe and set to work. I even made my own pastry. It seemed pretty simple. Mix your berries, sugar and flour together and toss them in the pastry, whack a lid on top and cook it.
And when it came out of the oven, it looked magnificent.
So I thought, (luckily), that I'd cut a piece out and take a photo of it looking warm and delicious. But it didn't look warm and delicious at all. It looked dry and more like a spotted dick. I guess the berries didn't have enough juice in them, because it hadn't come out and mixed about with the sugar and flour. Everything was still sitting in its place. A bunch of berries amongst big lumps of flour and clumps of sugar.
So. I cut the top off the pie, scooped out the filling, put it in a saucepan and cooked it up with some alcohol I found in the pantry. Kirsh I think. Anyway it was looking good then and I spooned it back into the case. But when I tried to put the lid back on I could see it was never going to work.
So, I decided to turn it into a pastry crumble top.
Nice save me.
And in the end it turned out well. And it was warm and delicious.