I did not grow up in a household where dessert was a regular thing. More often than not, when we asked about a sweet treat after dinner, we were pointed to the fruit bowl or a jar of applesauce. However, once or twice a year, there would be pie.
The pie happened on no particular schedule. My mom baked in response to her own cravings and could not be hurried or begging into producing pie. We learned early that it was better to leave her alone and accept the serendipitous pie than try to wheedle it into being. And accept it, we did. Her pies were always sturdy, not-too-sweet creations that piled mountains of fruit into a nutty, half whole wheat crust. My favorite thing was being allowed a slice for breakfast the next day.
Thanks to this early conditioning, pie will be forever feel like a way create a special occasion out of a Wednesday evening. It’s one of the things I hope to do with my kids someday (of course, I have to have them first).
You may be asking yourself, why is Marisa waxing poetic about her childhood pie memories? I recently got a review copy of Ashley English’s new book, A Year of Pies, and now I can’t stop thinking about tucking food, both sweet and savory, between layers of crust.
Some of you probably know Ashley from her blog, Small Measure, or from her other four (!) books on all manner homesteady topics like Keeping Bees and Canning and Preserving. This book is similar in organization to her previous ones in that it offers an extensive section towards the front of the book that walks you through the equipment, the different kinds of crusts (and what each is best for), tips on rolling and the various techniques you can employ to achieve gorgeous crusts, before moving on to the recipes.
Once through that grounding section, the rest of the book is arranged by season, proving unequivocally that pie isn’t just a summer and fall dessert. Any winter day would be made better by the Maple Orange Walnut Pie on page 55 on the Carrot Pie on page 77.
The book contains sweet pies, savory pies (like the homey Chicken Pot Pie pictured below), tarts, galettes, crostada and hand pies. There are both bake and no-bake options and even a pie version of Polish-style stuffed cabbage. Ashley also invited a few of her blogging friends to contribute recipes, including a Gluten-Free Streusel Apple Pie from Hip Girl’s Guide to Homemaking author Kate Payne.
For those of us who are working our way through baskets of berries and armloads of peaches this time of year, I think it’s important to put a little of that fruit aside and make something that allows us to enjoy the bounty now, as well as later. Pie is on my to-do list for later this week.
This book looks incredible! I am the designated pie-maker for holiday celebrations, and my father-in-law has always thought it was very funny to ask me, “jokingly”, if I had brought a pie to regular, every-day dinners and such. Finally, I did, just to be nice: I made a strawberry rhubarb pie, having heard him going on recently about how much he loved them, and brought it over and presented it proudly.
After dinner, he had a slice of freezerburned Carvel ice cream cake instead of my pie.
I haven’t brought dessert over except Thanksgiving and Christmas since.
My Grandma Bessie made the best chocolate pie in the panhandle of Oklahoma. She never used a recipe and despite many family members trying to watch and duplicate it, well it has never happened! And one of my cousins was a Chef! I will take pie over cake any day, love to make them too.
I have lots of pie memories. My grandpa always had a desert with his meal and would start with desert first. My great-grandma and grandma were very good at making pies. Blueberry pie is my favorite and my grandma would make one for me every now and then. We were the only ones in the family who liked blueberry pie. My grandma isn’t able to make pies anymore due to her age. I haven’t had a blueberry pie since that tastes as good as the one my grandma made. I think the pie tasted so good, because I got to spend quality time with my grandparents at the same time. I also got to eat a lot of the pie.
I cannot think of pie without thinking of my mom. My dad and I still reminisce that when Mom made pie crust (usually only around Thanksgiving), she made it from one side of the kitchen to the other. I’ve not made pie that often because I always think it will never be as good as hers. Perhaps I should start making pie and just enjoy the memories instead of making comparisons.
My favorite pie-related memories have to do with the special times my mom would make my paternal grandmother’s Butterscotch Pie. It is unlike any pie I’ve ever had and when I lost my recipe and was trying to find a similar recipe online, I found none to be the same. Thankfully, the true recipe was just a phone call to mom away. I’ve now made it a couple times (successfully) myself and know that it will always be something special each time I make it.
I’m almost too into the savory, and in an experiment with a ricotta pie my girlfriend and I learned that you can’t fail anything that has ricotta in it.
My favorite pie is always a simple peach pie, it’s summer on a plate!
I absolutely love making pie, and do so quite regularly. And it’s a good thing too, because pie is my husband’s favorite thing in the world! In fact, he prefers pie to cake so much that instead of a wedding cake, we had Wedding Pie! We had several friends make their favorite kind and then our caterers arranged them artfully in varying levels on a table. Everyone thought they were delicious, and such a great way to stay true to our desires for a very personalized wedding.
Gooseberry-apple is a bit of an obsession in my family. Anytime anyone gets engaged we all have to check- do they like gooseberry pie??
True fact: my first ever lattice top pie is my most-viewed flickr photo http://www.flickr.com/photos/bobbie-sue/266134410/
Most of my earliest memories take place in the kitchen, and one of the best is when my grandma set up an assembly station to make these beautiful pumpkin-onion hand pies. Just the right amount of sweet and savory, with a bite of black pepper – they taste just like Thanksgiving to me. And it took my mom, two aunts, and my grandma to put them all together. But I got to be the taste tester!
my first ever time making pies was in college. i got a job at a local bakery, helping out with odds and ends ’til one day i was encouraged to give pastry making a try. can’t tell you the great feeling i got from making a perfect batch on my first try! i guess you could say that’s the best thing i ever learned in college!
Oh my gosh, all you have to say is that one word to me…Pie…and I am weak in the knees! I have always loved pie, but never had the guts to make it! Yes, I know, I can buy a pre made crust and throw some stuff in it, but it has always been intimidating to me! That was, until Rhubarb season this year. My last living Grandmother died last fall and being the food lover I am, I wanted something I could have to hold on to her memory. That was her Rhubarb Pie. It was epic. I’ve made it about four times this year so far and my Dad gave me the greatest compliment, “My mother never made it better”. So, I overcame my fear of pie. I would LOVE this cookbook! Thank you for the offer 🙂 Shawn
My grandma taught me to bake pies when I was 12. I even won a blue ribbon at the county fair! I’ve don’t make pies that often, but when I do I’m thankful for the round, plastic, zip pouch that enables me to roll the dough into the perfect shape!
PIE! Why do I think about it as a holiday-only affair? While I might make a brown betty pie-ish thing in the summer, I find myself waiting until Thanksgiving to make an actual pie – and then only the traditional apple and pumpkin that are requested by the family. I need some year-round inspiration – thanks for the scoop on the book!
My favourite pie story is the story of a slice I chose not to eat.
Some years ago, we had a lemon tree in my parents’ backyard. My sister thought it would be a good idea to make a pie – we all agreed. She spent the afternoon making the pie, and baking it ready for dessert.
Unfortunately during its time setting, the pie revealed a secret – the lemons in fact had fruit fly. During the setting time, as the worms tried to escape, they rose to the top leaving an uninvited decoration. Even once they had been scooped out, none of us were quite game to indulge. Well… all except my Dad who had the pie to himself.
But in normal circumstances… I am a big fan of pie!
my favorite pie ever is coconut custard pie back in New Jersey’s Delicious Orchards. I have tried without much success to duplicate it without much success…maybe this book has some inspiration in it for me 🙂
I didn’t grow up with pie served at home, but when I got my own place I began baking my own – much to my hip’s dismay!
I love pie! In the cake vs pie wars, I definitely side with pie. Strawberry rhubarb is my favorite, but I’d sure love a copy of this book. It sounds tasty to explore.
I adore pumpkin pie. It is the quintessential dessert of my favorite time of year, Fall.
My grandmother, Signe Hanson, taught me to make an apple pie. The filling was sliced apples, a bit of tapioca, sugar and cinnamon/nutmeg. Delicious, and I still make it when time allows. My other grandmother, Jane Pascoe, had a reputation for Pasties, the food of the Yoopers by way of Cornwall. Her father, the captain of the copper mine in Republic, MI, encouraged each of his 5 daughters to prepare these easy to transport meal in a shell…
My father-in-law loved my pie crust and my pies since no one in his family made pie. My husband raves about my pies too. I have two great recipes for crust. One from Willisms-Sonoma and the other from Pamela Anderson. But, before I found these I used a Crisco book from when I got married in 1976.
I once made a Persimmon Pie that tasted just like a pumpkin pie! It was delicious and I even won a prize!
I have been eyeing this book for ages. Would LOVE a copy!
My mom never made pie much, either, but when she did it was usually one from the freezer section at the store. 🙂 I love a good one crust blueberry pie!
My mother was, at best, an average cook, but her pies…oh her pies. She’s ruined me for pie crust for the rest of my days. I’ve never had a pie better than Mom’s.–‘specially that lemon meringue!
I have been teaching myself how to make pies and i think my absolute favourite has to be fresh strawberry pie! Seriously, a slice of heaven! I’m still working on figuring out how to make a good crust but I think I’ve got that filling down. Mmmmmm.
Every year I make pumpkin pie at my sister’s house for Thanksgiving, and every year we declare it the best ever. Last year, we got the pie in the oven. Awhile later I was sitting in the family room and heard my sister exclaim, “Ow! Oh, don’t come in here. It’s too sad.” I thought she had hurt herself so I ran into the kitchen. There she was, sucking a burnt finger and staring at the floor. The pie was upside down and the pumpkin filling splattered absolutely everywhere. Of course it was at that moment that her in-laws came walking in the front door, the two of us staring sadly at the kitchen floor. Somehow we talked our husbands into going to the store to buy pumpkin filling so that we could make another pie. And it was the best ever.
Any pie that my brother Steve made was my favorite pie! The best were the surprise pies I’d find in my kitchen when I came home from work, just because he felt like baking that day. He died six years ago but the deliciousness lives on in my memor.
My 24 year old son made his first solo pie this past weekend, in fact he made 3 (sour cherry, blueberry and apple)! He baked them in his tiny studio apartment in Chicago in a postage stamp sized kitchen to serve at an Olympics Opening Ceremony cocktail party he was hosting. Girl friend and guests quite impressed; mother quite pleased.
I’m typically too lazy to make pie and tend to be a cobbler girl, but my sister has perfected pie crust and generously shares the recipe. Now I just need some inspiration 🙂
I too grew up in a household where fruit was our dessert after dinner. There never was pie, but when we did have some, it was a rare treat. We’d convince my Dad to buy us an apple pie or an apple strudel at the grocery store. When I grew older I moved out and tried my hand at baking my own pies (we didn’t have an oven growing up). I was never good at making crust. But it was when I visited New Zealand for the first time a few years ago that I fell in love with meat pies. Chicken apricot. Chicken curry. Chicken mushroom. Beef and mushroom. Mince (ground beef) and cheese. Venison. The list goes on. It was our favourite lunch. There was always an amazing pie shop in every little town we stopped in on our road trip across the country.
My Grammy taught me to bake pies, and I’ve actually gone on to win a couple of contests…so much fun to have that family connection! Our favorites are peach, blackberry and caramel apple.
My favorite pie memory is of my sweet grandfather who passed away at 95. He loved a good old-fashioned raisin pie. Not seen on many menus but it was his way of celebrating. I think of him whenever I see a recipe for raisin pie.
Oh, I love pie. My grandpa was always the pie baker growing up. Even when he was widowed and living in assisted living, he would always have a pie in the freezer for visitors. I wish I had taken the opportunity to bake pie with him.
I made my first pecan pie last year before my husband deployed. And one of my favorite memories as a little girl was eating chicken pot pie with my mom! Still one of my favorite foods to this day!
It would be hard for me to pick my favorite pie, I love all pie. In fact, instead of a wedding cake at my wedding, we served pie instead.
Reminds me of childhood. we only ever had pie for Thanksgiving. We baked pumpkin pies together the night before and had it as Thanksgiving breakfast. Now I’m in the mood to bake some 🙂
The first pie I ever made (at 12 or 13) was a lemon meringue pie while my parents were out of town for the day. It was made with a random can of lemon pie filling I found in the cupboard. I’m sure the crust was horrible and the meringue was probably like eating a sponge, but I was so happy that the meringue made peaks and toasted in the oven that I didn’t care.
Day after Thanksgiving before shopping we always grab a piece of pie. Seems to be the best at 5 in the morning with a cup of coffee. Breakfast of champions
I love all pies. Key lime is one of my all time favorites.
I am the pie maker in my family. I always bake a fruit pie at holiday gatherings, and when my sisters visit from out of state, they expect to take an unbaked, frozen pie home with them (I deliver every time).
Thanks for the giveaway. My grandparents raised me, and my grandpa was the one who baked. He always made pies at thanksgiving. My favorite was pecan
My favorite pie memory was when I learned how to make a pie from scratch. I was never so proud of myself.
Key Lime
The first pie I made by myself was for my in-laws the first time we hosted them for dinner. It was a chocolate pie, which was a good thing, because the filling was fine. The crust, however, was like a very thick cracker! Unfortunately, I haven’t gotten much better at making crusts. Maybe a book like this would help? Thanks for the giveaway.
Apple pie is what I first learned to make and it reminds me of my grandmother who used to work for the apple packers.
My worst disaster was making a lemon meringue pie that we took to a friends house for dinner. I didn’t have cornstarch and didn’t trust the substitution table that said to use twice as much flour. Beautiful meringue but the lemon filling was like soup. I think I cried. We ended up serving it with a spoon – still tasted pretty good.
As a child, my parents would take us to the farmers market and buy each of us a raisin moon pie. As an adult, when I would get a craving for this pie, I had to drive 156 miles to that farmers market, as we moved away when I was 13. Three years ago, I made the drive and the owner told me they stopped making them. It was a very sad day, and I haven’t been able to find the recipe yet.
MMMMM pie! My favorite growing up was my Grandma Juanita’s pecan pies. I make a decent pecan pie but its just not as good as hers were.
I have a favorite pie story that includes my Dad (of blessed memory). This was the first pie I made and since my father liked combinations it was blueberry and pineapple. In those days we used Comstock pie filling instead of making it yourself. Well my Dad absolutely loved it and in one sitting ate half. He was so proud and boasted about it. Well the next time I made a pie I fudged and bought a frozen piecrust…..do you know he absolutely knew the difference and told me NEVER to do that again. The moral of this story is do not try and take shortcuts with people who you love the best!
I would love a copy of that awesome pie book!
Melody
Southport, NC
I knew my blossoming relationship with my boyfriend at the time was going to be memorable when we cooked together for the first time. We made a peach berry pie. I had always been a Pillsbury girl. He was having none of that. His crust and my filling were awesome together. One of my best friends knew we’d get married the night the power went out at work in a busy ICU when my boyfriend of the time showed up with a peach berry pie still warm from the oven and a carton of ice cream for the nurses on shift. We’ve been married for ten months.
My favorite memory of pie was cherry every Sunday at Granny’s house. Although she was diabetic, she enjoyed baking desserts. Most Saturdays as a child I was her assistant especially in the mixing and tasting departments. I can smell her kitchen even though she left us thirty-nine years ago!
Pie is one of our favorite things. But, one year my husband bought me a pie for my birthday instead of cake. I was thrilled. My daughter was a little upset and the following year declared that this year I was not to have a “Pie Birthday”. What do kids know? Pie is so much better than cake.
I’ve always been hopeless with pie – until this year! I won “People’s Choice” at a pie contest for a Meyer lemon hibiscus pie I concocted. It was such a vivid, pretty shade of pink!
I love, love, love mince meat pie. In fact, I have tricked the in-laws into eating it too. Noooo, there’s no beef fat in this pie. Really. I can’t tell the truth now. The lie and the pie have been going on for far too long.
Mmmmm pie
My grandpa made his living as the head baker at a college ; whenever we visited him, there would inevitably be pie; cherry is my all-time favorite.
My Mom cans her own apple and pumpkin pie filling! Usually close to the holidays she would take a jar down and would get to work. She always made her crusts by hand and to this day, though I have the same recipe, I can not make them like she does. For as long as I can remember she would let me snag the raw dough she would cut from the edges of her pie and it was like candy to me. When she would make pumpkin pie, and bless her heart, she would always put one pie {or a couple slices at least} into the fridge because she knew I loved my pumpkin pie cold. Some years, along with her signature pumpkin pie she would make a Chocolate pudding pie, though it was shared with everyone I knew she had made it special for me… I guess I’ve never realized it until now but I have great memories of pie too, all because of my beautiful mother.
Pie for breakfast is my favorite! Growing up I always knew what I’d have for my morning meal of there was pie around (and there was often). It wasn’t until I got to college that I realized that not everyone felt this was normal behavior.
When I was younb, after a particularly scrumptious thanksgiving meal, I turned to my Aunty Nancy, who had baked the pied, and said, “Aunty, that is the best apple pie I ever had.”
It was cooked-from-scratch pumpkin. I think the texture might have been off a bit.
My mom would bake apple pie for us kids and every once in a while a mock-apple pie. Tasty!
For Thanksgiving dinner, my Mom always made apple pie and pumpkin pie. My brother and father both liked apple pie, but my favorite was pumpkin pie. My Mom’s pumpkin pie. I still remember how it looked and tasted. I miss it, and I miss her.
My blind-baked pie crusts have a pretty sad history, so last year, I finally called into the “Splendid Table” show for help. The advice I got turned out to be just what I needed, and I tested it out on my first lemon meringue pie, our dessert for Easter. As it turned out, Easter last year fell on what would have been my late grandmother’s 100th birthday, and I wanted to try out lemon meringue because it was apparently one of her specialties when my mom was growing up. I never tasted it, of course, since she went down the health food path and left dessert behind long before I came along, but I was ever so pleased to think that my version, as it turned out, might have come up to her standard.
One of our favorite family gathering pies is a spinach/sausage pie. I think it weighs 10 lbs! Feeds a ton of people. Love pies!
When I was about 12 I had a friend who always thought that being hit in the face with a pie would be hilarious. I agreed. So, on her birthday that year I showed up with a freshly made cream pie tucked behind my back at the side entrance to their house. I rang the bell, she appeared, and WHAM! End of cream pie. Cue giggles. How weird.
My favorite pie as a little girl was cherry pie. My mom and I would pick the cherries from a neighbor’s tree (me eating as many sour cherries as I put into my bowl). We would pit them with some old meat-grinder thing with a pitting apparatus on it. She always made extra pie crust which would be rolled up with butter and cinnamon sugar into a log, sliced and baked along with the pie for my special treat.
Mmmmm pie! I can’t think of anything that doesn’t taste better baked between sheets of pastry. Savory or sweet — they’re all good. Of course my favorite is apple, but banana cream is a close second.
I grew up with pies. My father, normally a work-hard-in-the-garage kind of man, would take a few hours out of his evening and surround himself with fresh fruit, spices, flour and butter. He’d craft amazing pies, mostly apple, but occasionally cherry or other fruits. Once he even entered his apple pie into a local fair. He didn’t win, but he was proud of entering, and I was proud of him.
My favorite pie is lemon meringue. My grandmother used to make it in the summer when we would come to visit. She would do double meringue and a perfect light crust…yumm!
My mom never made pies but every once in a while would come home from the grocery with a cherry pie. Cherries are my favorite and she always seemed to make it home with one when I was having a bad day. To this day I can’t eat cherry pie without getting a little smile on my face and thinking of her.
I love love love pumpkin pie but have recently started liking a good apple pie when the apples still have a bit of firmness and aren’t cooked to mush.
I’m fat because I love pie! ….Just sayin’.
Christmas isn’t truly Christmas in my house unless I make my Nana Nichols’ trademark”Cherry Cream Pie”. A little almond extract makes this pie taste extra special and helps me feel connected to her. I love how certain foods have the power to evoke such strong emotions and memories. : )
Oh, these look delicious! The pie I remember from my childhood, and the one I make most often today, is my grandmother’s “Lazy Man’s Peach Pie” (but it’s really more of a cobbler). I also loved my great-aunt’s meringue-topped chocolate pie. I’m not too bad at making that one, but it’s a little more complicated so I don’t very often. 😉
I have been desperately trying to re-create this strawberry cream pie that my grandmother used to make when I was young. I’ve sifted through her Good Housekeeping “bible,” which is stocked with scrawled recipes and half-finished menus on old envelopes, the backs of napkins, and even greeting cards. Still–no mention of the strawberry cream pie. I’ve made some pies that are ALMOST the same, but nothing has been an exact replica…yet. 🙂
Great giveaway – this books looks fantastic! My grandpa’s favorite pie was always sour cherry, and mine is too…whenever I have it I think of him. Rarely get to bake it these days since sour cherries aren’t so common in California, but this year a friend with some trees in her backyard let me snag some of her cherries! 🙂
Best slice if pie I ever had? Peanut butter pie from the Bluebonnet Cafe in Marble Falls, TX. It’s a creamy slice of perfection with an optional drizzle of chocolate sauce.
Many years ago my mother told me that the mark of a good chef was their ability to make a pie. Somehow, this tid-bit of information stuck with me into my adulthood. After college when I moved out on my own I tried many several times to make pies and they never worked! My crust ALWAYS fell apart. I couldn’t roll it out, it was too heavy, it didn’t taste right, it stuck to everything. One day after a particularly bad experience attempting to make a pie crust I called my mom in tears saying that I was a failure as a cook! I couldn’t even make a pie crust! How stupid was I! After calming my down as only a mother can, she asked me what recipe I was using – I told her it was the basic one in my new Better Homes and Gardens cookbook. We compared the recipes over the phone and lo and behold! There was a misprint in my version of the book.
Moral of the story? Don’t freak out over pie crust. 😉
One day I put the pie on top of the stove to cool. I thought the burner was off, but it wasn’t. The pie plate exploded, sending hot pyrex shards everywhere, melting burn marks into the floor, and frightening the dog. And worst of all, no pie.
Every single time I make an apple pie I try to peel it in 1 single strip just like my mom did. It’s always a personal contest !
My favourite pie memory is of making a small mulberry pie with my Grandmother, just for me.
We were lucky enough to grow up next door to my Dad’s parents, and my Grandmother was an incredible pie-maker. There was also a large weeping mulberry tree in the back yard – we would gorge ourselves on the berries every summer. One year, when she was making pies (probably peach, given the time of year) and looking after me at the same time, she sent me out to pick a cup full of mulberries – just enough for us to make a pie in a small pan she had. It was the only time I can remember “helping” her (I would have been around 5-6, so at the age to be more of a hindrance than a help!), and it’s the only mulberry pie I have ever eaten.
As for a favourite – as much as I love apple, and rhubarb custard, and elderberry, my favourite remains peach pie. Speaking of which, I need to go buy some peaches soon…
My Mom and Grandma made the best pies and pie crust I ever ate, my Mom has showed me numerous times how to make a good crust but it never turns out like hers! Her home -made coconut cream pies were the best. As a side note I actually worked the day after Thanksgiving for one of my co-workers (so she could have the day off) if she made me a whole homemade pecan pie, she made it from scratch and it was delicious. She was an older Latvian lady, and an excellent baker!
When I was a kid my mom planted an apple tree in the backyard. My sister and I patiently waited the years it took to establish its self and start producing apples, only to find they were hard and soooo sour. Mom to the rescue though, they made the best apple pies ever! I’ll never forget how great it was to walk in the house to find homemade apple pies from our little tree.
I have always wanted to make a chicken pot pie. I do however make wonderful caramel apple pie. It has a secret ingredient that makes it spicy. I do really like a sweet hot flavor. Lol
My family went apple picking every fall… one of the highlights afterwards was apple pie. Except for the run when my mom left out one ingredient each time…. no flour…runny pie. No cinnamon…not the same, but ok. No sugar? unfortunately inedible.
But honestly, the vast majority of the time, the pies were delicious.
We didn’t usually have pie for dessert when I was a child. If we had dessert, it was cookies or cake (that I made). For her father, my grandfather, she would make a Lemon Meringue Pie.
I married a Pie-Loving Man. He says that I ‘captured his heart with my Fresh Peach Pie’ and then I had to learn how to make pie because I had a reputation to maintain. I have ‘tried and true’ recipes but I’m always looking for the Perfect Pie.
I’m still trying to convince my husband how wonderful rhubarb pie is! I couldn’t make any this Spring because I have gestational diabetes, but I LOVE pie in the summer (OK ALL year). Nothing like a slice with a glass of cold milk for breakfast!
Scheduled to have baby this Thursday and I have all the ingredients for a peach pie on standby!
I still love peach pie, no matter that other pies might be better in season, or the crust is pre-made. I just do.
We used to have an apple tree, and I swear the pies made from those apples were the best ever! I love making pies, all year round, so I’m excited about this book!
Pies are an all American tradition. I am a baker at heart, my daughter wants to be a pastry chef and my son is gluten/dairy free. I am always looking for awesome pie recipes.
My family loves the chicken pot pie that I make at least once a month. As a matter of fact, it’s whats for supper tonight. It’s a Paula Deen recipe, and quick,easy and delicious !! I remember my paternal grandmother’s dessert cupboard-if you finished your meal, you could choose what you wanted- pie or cake !!
My favorite pie memories have yet to be created! I love pie but am terrified of pastry! I’d love a gorgeous book that could talk me through my fears and help me create wonderful memories for my family 🙂
my favorite pie to make (and eat!) is sour cream apple, followed closely by peach. i <3 pie!
I’d consider myself a fairly novice pie-maker. Yet, there’s something so therapeutic about the process: the precision of the crust, the preparation of the filling, and, lastly, the baking. It’s so gratifying to share the creation with the people you love.
Seasonal pies are the best! Right now it’s fresh blueberry glaze pie! Yum!
I love pie! We were always allowed to choose our birthday dessert and I always wanted blueberry pie. My brother, born in July, always wanted pecan- I would tell him to choose fruit, he could have the pecan at Thanksgiving, but he never listened. i think my current favorite is strawberry rhubarb.
Zwiebelkuchen (translation: Onion Cake, though it has a crust as is more pie-like). My grandmother would make it and, in true German fashion, it contained sausage and/or bacon. When I declared myself vegetarian, she would make a smaller version for me, sans meat.
I just absolutely love recipe books of any kind! At a younger age, I always clipped recipes out of magazines and made my “own” cookbooks. My daughters now have these “books”.
My favorite pie to make is Rhubarb Cream Pie. I remember my mom making it when I was a kid. Now I make it for my kids using rhubarb from my garden which mom gave me after splitting hers.
This was my first year picking sour cherries and I immediately used them to make sour cherry pie filling and canned it. Now I can make homemade cherry pie all year long and give the filling too friends do they can make their own pie.
I love making pie, especially the filling. Apple being one of my favourite, I prefer to work from my instincts rather than a recipe. That’s the beauty of apple pie, sweet or more on the savoury side, it’s all good!
I have my great grandmother’s apple pie recipe. It was handwritten by her. It may not be the most original of recipes, but it reminds me of Thanksgiving 🙂