If I said, apple pie is a great pie, they’d say, ‘No, it’s not. We don’t like apple pie.’
President Obama, tipping his hand on a new strategy to crush the Right - force them to take a stand against pie, and watch them be torn limb from limb by the rightfully enraged public
So hey, remember our Corpse Flower? Yeah, it’s fruiting now.
(And no, you can’t eat the fruit. Unless you’re a hornbill.)
Say I were a hornbill; how would I go about requesting the fruit? No reason.
Martha serves Gweneth a fat slice of Shade Pie, and it looks delicious
If you have access to crabapples, please make this pie, and if you won’t make this pie, mail them to me so I can. Look at that beautiful pink filling! Even if I didn’t have a soft spot for pies made of Things You Find On The Ground, I would want that on my plate.
This gratuitous, pandering local news coverage is EXACTLY WHAT I NEED in this confusing world. Laverne, Alice, take me away.
I never feel as calm as I do when I’m cutting fruits or mixing custards
Possibly how 37% of people start baking pies? Also good call on the store dough for the salted honey recipe — their crust was a bear and came out meh.
Thanks to Phoebe for this one
If you’re in Los Angeles, you’re lucky for many reasons; one is the annual KCRW Good Food Pie Contest, coming up this Sunday, October 5. Go to the Fowler Museum and make us proud or just try the pies of others if you’re lazy.
One complaint: I can’t tell if there’s a theme this year, and if so what it was. The Tim Burton year was a treasure, so please report back if you have any intel.
(From The Twits)
Serves 4 to 6
You will need:
blackbird (a black pastry funnel found in specialty cooks’ shops and mail order catalogs)
9-inch pie dish
¼ cup pearl barley
2 tablespoons unsalted butter
1 onion, finely chopped
1 pound turkey breast, cut into thin strips
12 ounces pork sausage meat
2 tablespoons chopped fresh sage (optional)
5 ounces sour cream
5 ounces plain yogurt
1 level teaspoon cornstarch, mixed with 1 teaspoon cold water
½ cup chicken stock
2 eggs, one beaten, one hard-boiled and chopped
salt and pepper
2 ounces ham, chopped
9 ounces ready-made puff pastry or instant biscuit dough
1 egg yolk
8 parsley sprigs with the leaves pinched off or colored pipe cleaners
- Simmer the pearl barley in water for about 20 minutes, or until soft.
- In a large saucepan melt the butter and gently fry the onion until soft. Add the turkey strips and fry quickly until golden.
- Remove the saucepan from the heat and add the sausage meat. Mix well.
- Add the sage (if using), sour cream, yogurt, cornstarch mixture, chicken stock, and beaten egg. Season to taste with salt and pepper and mix thoroughly.
- Place the blackbird in the middle of the pie dish. Surround with the turkey mixture. Sprinkle on the chopped ham, followed by the chopped egg.
- Preheat oven to 400ºF
- Roll out the pastry to a circle 1/8 inch thick. Make sure it is at least one inch wider than the pie dish all the way around.
- Cut the extra one inch from the pastry in one long circular strip (it should be slightly larger than the rim of the pie dish). Brush the pie dish rim with egg yolk, press the pastry strip down onto the rim, and brush the strip with egg yolk.
- Lift the remaining pastry carefully (you can drape it over the rolling pin) and lay it over the turkey mixture. Cut a slit in the center and ease the blackbird’s beak through the pastry, taking care not to stretch it. Press the pastry down firmly along the rim and cut away any excess. Use a fork to crimp the edge.
- Glaze the pastry with egg yolk and scatter the pearl barely on top. Form a “worm” out of a strip of pastry, glaze it with egg yolk, and place it inside the bird’s beak.
- Refrigerate the pie for ten minutes.
- Bake for 30 to 40 minutes, or until the pastry is well risen and golden brown.
- Stick the stripped parsley stalks, or folded pipe cleaners, in pairs into the pastry crust to look like birds’ legs. If you like, singe the ends to look like toes.
"Bake a pie after a few too many spritzes and you’ll be crying into a soggy, bubbly mess, spooning forkfuls into your mouth out of desperation, burning your tongue, waking up with berry stains on the sundress that you slept in. Bake a galette in the same scenario, though, and you’re wild and free, and so is your galette, and you’re dancing in your kitchen with no pants on at 3 AM, and the world is a beautiful place, full of stewed fruit and butter."
How to make a summer fruit galette