Summer Spite Pie

Since Little Miss did an entire post on how I never make pies, I made a spite pie last weekend for a BBQ using the beauteous blue Auberge pie plate that she rejected and Yuan so graciously gave me.  Eat your heart out Little Miss!

Here in Davis, summer is just around the corner and the farmer’s market bounty yielded some fat blueberries and sweet nectarines and peaches, which inspired me to revisit Mrs. Scott’s blueberry peach pie!  Growing up in East Hampton, I had the pleasure of having unfettered access to Mrs. Scott’s amazing baked goods.  I don’t even like sweets and seriously, I couldn’t stop eating anything this woman baked.  Oh, I couldn’t possibly eat this giant piece of cake, oh, where did it go? IN MY BELLY.  I actually used to go to her house late night to scavenge on her leftover desserts after her dinner guests had left. Whenever I see her, she always makes sure that she has my favorite banana chocolate chip muffins.  I love you Mrs. Scott!

But I digress, Mrs. Scott makes the best blueberry peach pie ever.  I attempted this pie two years ago, and while it came out pretty yummy, it was not the same.  This time, I actually called Mrs. Scott for her recipe and I now share this precious knowledge with our loyal readers!

For the crust, I used Dorie Greenspan’s Good For Almost Everything Pie Dough and combined 3 cups all-purpose flour, 1/4 cup sugar, 1 1/2 tsp salt, 2 1/2 sticks of frozen unsalted butter (cut into tablespoon pieces), and 1/3 cup of frozen vegetable shorting (cut into four pieces) in a food processor until the butter and shortening were crumbly and pea-sized.  Then I gradually added about 6 tbsp of ice water while pulsing until the dough stuck together.  I split the dough in half, wrapped the dough disks in plastic wrap and refrigerated it for about a hour.  I rolled out the dough disk between some floured parchment paper until it was about 1/8 inch thick, fitted it into the pie plate, tightly plastic wrapped it, and froze it – mostly because I didn’t have room in the fridge, but I think it made the crust extra flakey.   I rolled out the second dough disk into another 1/8 inch thick round, wrapped it and put it in the fridge for a hour.

Mrs. Scott’s Blueberry Peach Pie

  • 4-5 peaches and/or nectarines (cut into pieces)
  • 2 cups blueberries
  • 2/3 cup sugar
  • 3 1/2 tbsp minute tapioca
  • 2 tbsp butter

Mix fruit, sugar, and tapioca in a bowl and let it stand for 15 min.  Turn it into the pie crust and dot with butter.

Moisten the edges of the bottom pie crust and cover with the top pie crust.  Seal the edges and cut four slits and a middle circle into the top of the pie.  Brush top with egg wash, sprinkle some sugar on top then bake in the oven for 50-60 min until the crust is golden brown in a 400 degree oven.  Let it cool down to room temperature and serve.

Bjorn made homemade peach ice cream to accompany my beautiful pie.  And while the pie wasn’t quite as good as Mrs. Scott makes it, apparently everyone at my BBQ loved Mrs. Scott’s pie as much as I do because this is what the plate looked like within 30 minutes of me putting it on the table.

There’s No Justice in Pies

Alright readers.  I confess.  I have been a bad, bad Asian.  Maybe even a Bsian.  I have neglected you and that just isn’t right.  But I’m back, and with a tale of injustice so gripping it is sure to vaunt me back into your good graces.

It should be clear from the start of this tragic tale that I recognize my role in all of this.  I do.  I take full responsibility for my actions.  I appeal instead to a higher order, a more universal justice, to right this grievous wrong.

Ok.  So Yuan, for reasons which are not important here, was recently going through another rash of giving away his stuff.  He does this every now and then.  Seriously, like half my movie collection is Yuan’s.  The Princess and her wuzzband bought his Wii for $75 and it came with a free car.  Not gonna lie, these purges of his are pretty awesome.

So Yuan asked me if I wanted his blue pie plate.  Not remembering him having any pie plates, because he doesn’t make pies, I assume it’s one of those blue Pyrex things, because why would he have a nice pie plate if he doesn’t make pies?  I’ve got plenty of Pyrex pie plates, so I decline – I’ve already got his whole stereo and a bunch of other stuff, so I figure I’ll share the wealth.

A few days later I was over at Yuan’s, and saw a little pile of stuff he’d set aside for the Princess.  On top of it is this lovely deep-dish blue enameled pie plate with fluted edges…..and my world comes crashing down around me, like a wave of ice water full of stinging hornets.  F@%#!!!!  THIS IS THE BLUE PIE PLATE?? I TOTALLY want this pie plate!  And Princess gets it now??  She doesn’t even make pies!! Ohhhhhhhh how gorgeous my pies would look in such a classic vessel!  It even matches my other bakeware!  I mean, imagine what THIS would look like in if it was in a nice pie plate….

Lattice-top blueberry pie, made only because I love to make pies

Or this…..look at how the plain old pie plate is making the whole thing look just a little sad…also let’s note that I made another pie.

Apple pie

With delicious streusel top

How many pies has Princess made over the last 6, maybe 7 months?  NARY A ONE.  She did send me a picture of a casserole she’d made in the pie plate.  I cried that night, readers, tears of fury and indignation…  Ok, not really, but come ON!

So now, of course, the Princess won’t relinquish the damn thing.  She just cackles and promises that she’ll will it to me.  Knowing her that girl’s gonna outlive me just for spite!  Everyone, of course, thinks this is hilaaaaaaarious, and they just looooooove to taunt me about the blue pie plate.

IT WILL BE MINE!  Mark my words, readers, it will be mine.

Except that I was up at the Princess’ place this weekend and was fully planning to steal it, and then forgot.  Sigh.

Berry Peach Pie

Summertime berry pies rock my world. My friend Meg’s mom made the best blueberry peach pie and it’s one of my favorites (the other being strawberry rhubarb). Little Miss came out to Davis and we couldn’t resist these delicious looking berries.

Crafty lattice work by Little Miss. Her Mayflower ancestors would’ve been proud.

Fresh out of the oven. Yum!