I just couldn't help myself, and while I'm glad I jumped right in, I do feel rather sheepish as I sit here yawning, watching the oven timer count down to done. And that crust dough- my god if I were pregnant, rolling it out would have thrown me into contractions. In fact, when I was hugely pregnant with Jack, I offered to host mother's day for my MIL and FIL. Say what, you might ask? Why would I be the one doing all the cooking?! But really, does it surprise you? Anyway, I was making a whole host of things, including a homemade cinnamon-raisin bread which required lots of kneading. My belly and I kneaded the heck out of that dough, and in all honesty, y'all, I did feel a little uterine action. So, watch out! Anyway, this dough gave my arms a run for their money tonight, so I sure hope it all pans out. In the meantime, look at this unctuous custard, and the torta before the top crust was applied. Ooh, lala!