Anyway, I tried rolling the dough in between parchment paper but couldn't get it into the pie pan in 1 unbroken piece so i was patching up holes and getting angrier by the minute. Finally, i popped it into the oven to blind bake it before pouring the delicious vanilla anglais which i made earlier into the tart shell, topping it off with red strawberries. I was SO PROUD of myself. I had to fight back temptation with every ounce of my being to chill the tart for about 2 hours in the chill chest. After 2 painful hours, i took the tart out with trembling hands, admired it for another 10 secs before slicing into it. Suddenly, i began seeing scenes from The Blob unfolding in front of my eyes... the custard became so runny, it could not support the strawberries after leaving the tart pan. It was sloshing all over the counter top and i had to scoop custard, crust and strawberry like mud from a swamp! SO ANGRY!!!! WHAT DID I DO WRONG?! I followed every stinking step didn't i?! Must be the freaking WEATHER!!! After this, i dumped the entire tart into the refrigerator and did not want to see it again. My mum threw it out a few days later, in the dead of the night, for fear i might accidentally see it again. So that's that... I'm pretty sure i'll try tart/pie making again but the wounds are still healing, perhaps in a decade or so.
Ok, back to the subject matter, Julie/Julia... i finally watched the movie and it has inspired me to try something similar but with baking instead so i am in the midst of deciding on a book and the challenge so watch this space!