Broken Pastry My grandmother’s pie crusts were perfect. Fragile containers holding the sweet fruits of her small hands’ hard work. My own crusts were hard and tough as I experimented and strayed from tradition. Until someone taught me a method I could master. Cold fat.
Broken Pastry
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