There are probably several places I went wrong: trying to make dinner at the same time I pieced together my pasty, using cheap store brand pie dough, not really measuring or adhearing to a recipe, just randomly using some beef that was cheap and therefore in my budget.
I was feeling pretty good about things until it was time to put the pasty together. The dough ripped and I have no gift for crimping. They were ugly, but I was hoping that they would at least taste good. Also, I had plans for strategic photography so no one would know any better. I placed the pasties in the oven and crossed my fingers.
While I relaxed and watched more BBC, disaster was happening in the dark recesses of my oven. Mangled and leaking, I had nothing to do other than hang my head in shamed as I pulled the pasties from the oven and into the cruel harsh light. I knew that nothing was going to make these bad boys look good.
This is the best one:
This is the worst (it fell apart as soon as I tried to lift it off the silpat):
There is a silver lining, for as terrible as they looked, The Boy loved them. He ate two in one sitting and begged for more. I was flabbergasted because all I could taste as I ate them was bitter failure and defeat. I do plan to try again, perhaps making my own dough, or trying a real recipe. I suppose the trick would be to take my time and enjoy the process rather than try to beat the clock and prove that I am a master of multitasking. But sill, I think I’m going back to bentos for a bit.