No, but remember that scene in Castaway where Tom Hanks is happy he started a fire, and he beats his chest and yells, "I.....HAVE MADE FIRE!" That's me today. But it didn't start out well. (Does anything with me in a starring role in the kitchen start...or end....well?) I neglected to read the part of this recipe that said, "In a food processor..." Yeah, I don't have one. But wait! We have a juicer-thingy that processes in a cup!
So what happens here is that the flour and confectioners sugar shoot out the sides of this thing all over the counter. I abandoned that for the tiny nut-chopper-processor, but after carefully transferring some flour and a pat of butter into it, I realized it wasn't going to work. So guess what? I took a damn fork and painstakingly mixed the crust up like that. (Plus, who cooks lemon bars in a casserole dish? Well, people who don't have 8x8 square baking dishes.)
Well, it wasn't self-rising flour, so I'm not sure why it rose up in the middle like that, but I pushed it back down, and it never did turn "golden," but whatever. Here it is with the lemon juice, eggs, and sugar baked on top.
And I can't cut a square to save my life, plus my sugaring was a bit off, but I'll take it!
And even Drew, who hates lemons, proclaimed these delicious. Well, maybe I overstated that claim. Everyone said they were good....not fine, but good, which is better than fine!
And now if you'd like to see progress on the secret knitted item, please click here - but not you, Tracey! And this weekend I'll probably have Mary's triple-threat lemon cake to show you - bought the ingredients today!