Heavens to Mergatroid. I made a pie.
Remember all those blueberries we picked on Saturday? Nearly six pounds of blueberries! It's a good thing we picked that many because I had a pie recipe that called for two and a half pounds of them. It was a recipe for Blueberry Ginger Pie from no less than Martha herself.
I've never built a pie from the ground up before. I know that is nearly unbelievable, considering the culinary acrobatics I perform on an almost-daily basis. I mean, not that I'm great in the kitchen, but I'm always trying something new, you know? But never pie. Never allthewayfromscratch pie.
Cake I can handle. You throw some flour and fat and leavening and liquid all together, willy nilly, chuck it in the oven for a bit and, blam! You've got something tasty.
Not so with pie.
Pie is a diva. Pie wants the butter to be ice cold when you make the crust. Pie doesn't want too much water in the crust (one extra teaspoon might ruin the whole thing). Pie doesn't want to be handled with warm hands any more than it must. Pie needs steam vents and asks you to crimp its edges, please, or else! "Or else what?" you might ask it. I know I did. It threatened, "or else I'll leak all over your oven."
But you know what? Pie is magic.
It bubbles and it browns and after all that baking, you have to let it come back down to room temperature before you cut it open. That's the hard part.
I admit, I cut into it a little too early and the filling kind of spilled out hole left by the missing piece. And it was so good. I'd like to announce that I had blueberry ginger pie last night. I am just a little bit ashamed to confess that I also had blueberry ginger pie for breakfast. And I might have just eaten the last piece of blueberry ginger pie right out of the pie pan, sitting here in front of the computer.
It would appear that I bake when I need to calm down and de-stress. Apple tart on Saturday? Blueberry pie on Sunday? Goodness. No wonder my pants...
DAILY BLISS: garden-fresh potatoes and broccoli for supper - thanks, Jeffries clan! and a new, Cadillac radiator, sitting in my laundry room, waiting to be dropped into my car