we made pie
August 3, 2010 § Leave a comment
As with all good things, they come to an end. I try not to dwell on that, but there we are.
What was I to do but to finally go learn to make my grandma’s pie crust. I had a great time, as I usually do at the lake. I bought peaches for my pie, but I didn’t remember to put them in a paper bag to ripen, even though I bought them a couple days prior to baking. They took way too much effort to peel after blanching(?) them. My grandma told me she has had bad pie days, which made her feel like she shouldn’t have gotten out of bed that morning, said while laughing, of course. I told her that I figured that every pie I made wouldn’t always turn out, so this pie should only be practice for the bad pie days.
Here she is, mixing up her double batch of pastry, which was surprisingly simple to put together. I’m not much of a baker yet.
Funny story. My grandma bought an antique table that she had refinished and she was going to put it in the kitchen to replace that yellow table, which is well over forty years old. One day, my grandpa mentioned to her that the yellow table is where she made all her pies and if the table was gone, she couldn’t make any more pies, could she? She went with it and said yes, so that yellow table will be staying in the kitchen and the new table will stay on the porch for family dinners (and the first porch table came home with me!).
We ended up making a peach pie, a strawberry-rhubarb, a small dutch apple, and my grandma made a berry pie. We also make little tarts with the leftover pastry and fill them with jam or lemon curd.
Next up, new knitting!