Discovery Channel & Pate Brisee

There is something incredibly relaxing about entering the kitchen around 8:30 at night to the sound of my husband watching a PBS Frontline documentary, or a Discovery show about the history of the Mayan 2012 revelation.  Our kitchen is semi-open into our living room, with the perturbing quality of being out of the direct line of the television sight, however I can still listen to whatever is on the nightly rotation.

Tonight I decided that it was high time for me to learn pastry.  I began with pate brisee, known to us french language mutilators as pie crust.  I have grandiose ideas of using the leftovers from tonight's bruschetta and turning out a delightful tomato-mushroom quiche to take to work in the morning.  Another part of me wants to make mango tarts.  The fact that I triumphed over the unequivocally terrifying undertaking that is pastry is success in itself, but I can't help desiring a small bit of recognition when I walk into work bearing breakfast for all tomorrow morning.  Prepare for the tantrum if my pie-in-the-sky plans fall through.