My husband is a carnivore, a mountain man, a lone wolf. He does not have a sweet tooth and rarely eats dessert. Oh, he'll eat ice cream, but that's about it. This presents a problem. One of favorite all time things, well besides King Crab, artichokes in butter, steamed clams, Josh's barbecued ribs, shrimp prepared any way, is pie. To be more precise, pie crust. I absolutely love the stuff. It makes me dream of lovely afternoons helping my grandmother make mincemeat and peeling apples for my mom. It makes me warm and comfortable. I can smell it now as I write this. I love pie crust and I make a pretty good one. I blogged about it for days already, see November 6 "All for the love of pie crust, installment 1" and November 8 "All for the love of pie crust, installment 2" for the recipe and the Zen of Pie.