Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Pies and peaches
I'm going to blame this on Catie. At least it was her fault in the beginning. About 4-ish years ago. I went on a pie baking bender. I don't even really like pie. ( I dated a guy when I was 21 who suggested pie after a movie. I told him I hated pie. That is how I knew how I really felt, because there was no filter, just a hatred of pie.) I was really in pursuit of good crust, but how many meat pies can a single girl consume? So I simply made all sorts. And that lasted for several weeks, and I haven't made a pie, or a crust, since. But then today I talked to my mother on the telephone, and she gave me a new recipe, and it worked great. Sadly I left it at Keren's house, so I can't give it to you now, but it goes against everything I thought I knew, which mostly consisted of a segment Chef Doudy did on NPR. You take shortening and melt it in hot water. Then you stir in the flour, form it into a disk, chill, and then roll out. I didn't make a pie, but a rustic tart. Peaches and Mangos. It was good, Keren and Aaron and the kids and I ate it with whipped cream and Keren's tea from her garden. Catie makes the best pies, and so that is how this also is her fault.