Okay so
I have an adventure to tell
This requires some context I believe
Basically, first and only time I've ever eaten carrot pie was like a decade ago and I only remember two things about it:
1. My sister baked it
2. It was fucking delicious
And so since yesterday, for some bloody reason, I've been dreading some carrot pie. It was (pun intended) eating me from the inside
And so today I bravely declared to my family while eating dinner that I wanted to bake a carrot pie (which was hella weird, especially for my mum because that woman knows I hate cooking with my entire being)
This led to my mom mentioning that she still had all her cooking notes from like middleschool and highschool and she KNEW there was a carrot pie recipe in there somewhere
So off we went to look for these sacred texts
Long story short, me and my brother made fun of said notes for about 15 minutes because they were written by a 7th grader, looked horrible and were barely readable (I'm talking we misread so many words words, saw multiple spelling mistakes and the fucking steps had a duplicate 2nd step and was missing the 9th step)
After getting through that I finally got to the actual making of The Pie™
During this process I prepared shit, my mum helped me prepare other shit and during the first half my brother was going through the other cooking recipes in this over 30 year old notebook, proceeded to point out any horrible handwriting or spelling mistakes and was in general making this even funnier
He found somewhere written the Lituanian word for tea - 'arbata' and it was written so horribly he misread it as abortion
Somewhere in this adventure I started like jokingly having a breakdown over eggs
Also the recipe didn't have any heat for the oven so we winged it
Anyway it's baking now, I will absolutely update this on whether it's good or not