It’s time to bust out those rolling pins, America!
I just love living in a country that sets aside a day each year to celebrate my favorite dessert.
What could possibly be better than pie? Not that I don’t love cake, cookies, cupcakes, candy, and sugar in all its many wondrous forms, but there’s something special about pie. For one thing, it’s, well, baked into our history. Humans were making pies as early as 9500 B.C., when those clever Egyptians wrapped honey in an oatmeal crust.
Pie is baked into my family’s history, too. I come from a long line of great pie bakers — and pie eaters. I remember my mother telling me of the day she left Canada for “the Boston States,” as Nova Scotians used to call New England. It was a big step for a small-town girl fresh out of nursing school, and as she boarded the train in Halifax that would carry her into her future, she was filled with mixed emotions: excitement, trepidation, self-doubt. My grandmother saw her off at the station with homemade goodies to keep her well-fortified until she reached her destination: a Thermos of beef stew, oatmeal bread, and apple pie, her favorite dessert.
I don’t know if the apple pie had anything to do with it, but my mother survived the journey and flourished in her new job in Connecticut. On her days off, she’d board another train — this one bound for New York City, where she’d shop a little, explore a little, buy herself a ticket to a Broadway play, and then take herself out to lunch someplace fancy — I remember her mentioning Sardi’s as being one of her favorite spots. And yes, she’d have pie for dessert.
Isn’t she something?
Gotta love those white gloves.
And so, in honor of National Pie Day, and in honor of my darling mother, here’s the Frederick family’s favorite recipe for apple pie!
FRENCH APPLE PIE
Unbaked pie shell
6-7 cups tart apples (we use Granny Smith’s), peeled, cored, and sliced paper thin
1 c. sugar
1 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. nutmeg
A little extra butter for dotting on the apples
½ c. butter
½ c. brown sugar
1 c. flour
Preheat oven to 425. Roll out pie crust and pat it into pie plate. Crimp edge.
In a large bowl, mix sliced apples with sugar and spices. Pile into prepared crust and dot with half a dozen or so thin slices of butter.
In a separate bowl, cream butter and brown sugar, then add flour, working it in until the mixture begins to come together and the crumbles are about the size of peas. Sprinkle over pie. Cover loosely with tinfoil (this prevents the crust from burning) and bake at 425 degrees for 1-1/2 hours. (Yes, it needs to bake that long!) It’s a good idea to either cover the rack you’re baking it on with foil, or place the pie plate onto a cookie sheet or something to catch any drips.
Remove foil. If topping is golden brown, pie is done. If not, let it cook without the foil for another five minutes or so.
Cool and serve with whipped cream or vanilla ice cream. Yum!
Calling all Portland-area friends! You’re invited to “Elevenses with the Authors” this Saturday, January 22nd, at 11 a.m. at A Children’s Place Bookstore.
I’ll be joining my good friend Susan Blackaby as we celebrate National Pie Day (well, almost — it’s actually Sunday) and Groundhog Day (a wee bit early). We’ll both be signing copies of our new picture books, Suz’s wonderful BROWNIE GROUNDHOG AND THE FEBRUARY FOX and my BABYBERRY PIE.
Please join us afterwards as we head down the street for treats cooked up specially by the bakery wizards at Eclectic Kitchen — yum!
Saturday, January 22nd
A Children’s Place
4807 NE Fremont Street
Portland, OR 97213
Join the Facebook campaign to help convince NBC to change its mind!
Jettisoning the traditional Today Show interview with this year’s Newbery and Caldecott award winners in favor of … Snooki?
Badly done, NBC. Badly done.
The brilliant Kate Messner (The Brilliant Fall of Gianna Z.) posted a knock-out poem on her blog this week. If you’re feeling the need of a little encouragement today — or could use a reminder of why exactly we’re all doing what we’re doing — hop on over and read “What Happened to Your Book Today.”
After the rush of the holidays, there’s nothing better than the month of January. A new year, a fresh start, and a calendar swept deliberately clean of engagements — which means a blissful stretch of days for puttering, organizing, reading, and recharging.
What could be better than that?