Wonder how they rool the crust and get in in the pan, that would take one hugh rolling pin.
What's cookin'
When one person or a group as is this case competes for world records they do not tell all the secrets. Certainly presentation is important and requires a crust technique that might not be common given facts. They did serve it up with shovels and then kitchen tools to serve to the audience. Had I been healthy and ready to rumble I would have made the ten hour drive just to see the whole bake and eventual eating of the two ton pie. I am really pleased that they arranged to have professional quality pictures taken for the published presentation of the baking of this pie. They actually had a railroad and flat bed speciality car to move the pie in and out of the oven. They did not show hardly any of that rigging either. A picture not in the article gave an indication how they applied draft to the charcoal and vent from the oven to regulate the baking temperature. That would be quite a trick too.
What they did show were all the appetizing pics! Can you imagine the aroma of that thing baking?? I would've liked a shovelful I'm sure.
When I bake my small 9 inch PP I always have to leave it bake a little longer as the knife test for doneness never comes out clean. Your mind can go racing of ideas how they did the doneness test. LOL
with this wacky crew--I imagine a guy hanging from body harness, suspended, cranked over it like on an old laundry line, and a harpoon.
Sally, way to funny! I like the harpoon, I was picturing a garden spade, a crane and bungee cord. Geronimooooooo !!!!
no, a spade is much more in keeping-- with the shovel for serving.
Too funny!
I pulled up one of our old threads. It has lots of good soup talk, plus bread talk (help from doc) and pawnhaus, bean pots...you know, the usual food chat around here!
http://davesgarden.com/community/forums/t/1060704/
I was looking for the one where stormyla put a pot of soup outside to cool and it froze solid!
The worst cooking deal that ever happened to me was when the black bears came up onto our front porch at the hunting camp and ate three gallons of chile. We were all inside playing poker. Not a sound was heard until the pot got empty.
That was a mother and two cubs Sunday evening just ten or so hours until the bear season opened. Come Monday AM and for the next three days not a bear was to be seen by any of our twenty five hunters. We sent the vittles chairman to town for more hamburger and beans. LOL
Doc, too funny. I can just picture the three bears in their den, sound asleep, just a tootin in between snores.
lol I guess the tootin doesn't wake the tooter just like snoreing doesn't wake the snorer!