Labor Day Weekend: Saturday

Saturday came, cloudy and cool. Uncle Joe took me out fishing and five hours passed before I knew it. The first four hours and forty five minutes were filled with frustration as fish after fish eluded me. (How about that alliteration?)

IMG_4312The thing about fishing, though, is that as many times as you throw out your bait and reel it back in without a bite, you still cherish this hope, a seemingly unsubstantiated confidence, that the next time you cast, you WILL catch a fish.

And sometimes, it’s true.

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After this great success, it was then time for the planned-out Pie book pie, the pie I mentioned in my last post. After Aunt Sarah had done some recon work to find out what fresh fruit could still be bought in Minnesota in September, I had chosen the Raspberry and Fresh Fig Freeform Pie for this trip. I mentioned last year that we were in MN too early for currants, and this year we were too late. Once again, Trader Joe’s stepped in with figs- but upon my word, I WILL make a fresh currant pie one of these summers!

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This was one of those strikingly beautiful pie fillings. Someday I’ll compile a lustrous coffee table book called “Pie: The Inside Story”.

The recipe for this pie suggests adding an egg yolk to the pastry to make sure it holds up a bit. For freeform pies, the crust simply gets rolled into a circle and placed on a baking sheet; don’t use a pie dish for freeform pies. Well, you can, but it won’t be freeform anymore, so that’s pointless.

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To form the crust, fold the edges up all around, making sure a good amount of the outskirts of the pie are covered, and pinch the pastry together in some spots that look like they might be prone to gapping open in the oven. I’ve made some delicious freeform pies in the past but I’ve also made one that was decidedly too dry because I didn’t fold the pastry up enough and it got gappy (spell-check is hating on that word right now, trying to change it to happy, but the pie was NOT happy! It was gappy…and sad from the loss of its delicious juices.) So now I pinch parts together to really secure the perimeter.

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The finished product was bundled into the trunk and driven to Grandmom and Granddad’s house in North Oaks. It has always been one of the most interesting places in the world to me. You find things like this.

IMG_4338We had the traditional fish dinner that night. There are not many finer delights in life.

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IMG_4345When we sat down to eat, Grandmom prefaced the meal by saying, “This is like Thanksgiving, but even better, because we get to eat fish.”

IMG_4343Thanksgiving or Labor Day, turkey or fish (though, like Grandmom, I prefer the latter), I’m thankful for my Sweeny family. (Spoiler alert: more Sweeny pie-making to come on Thanksgiving. Levi and I are heading to Georgia to visit my parents!)

I just have a few tiny more things to say about this pie. As delicious as it would have been on its own, it was made truly remarkable by the addition of a honey-anise whipped cream. I’m a licorice person, so to me this whipped cream was a revelation. But even if you’re not a licorice person, per se (Levi isn’t one) you should try it anyway. It’s just that good. The anise part of the flavor comes from the addition of…

IMG_4350Any guesses?……..Sambuca. 1 cup whipping cream and 2 tablespoons each of honey and Sambuca and you’ve got yourself an incredibly special whipped cream to go with an equally special pie, to share with some of the special people in your life.

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P.S. Stayed tuned-Labor Day Weekend isn’t over quite yet.

Labor Day Weekend: Friday

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Friday was cool and rainy in Marine on St. Croix. We all had our own opinions as to when the sun would appear, and when it finally did appear, it didn’t stay very long. Levi braved a morning swim in the river anyway.

IMG_4276We spent some time playing cribbage, eating popcorn, and drinking Farm Girl (homemade root beer for Matt!) at Lift Bridge Brewery. I can’t think of a better way to pass a rainy holiday afternoon.

IMG_4277I had already planned out a pie from Ken’s cookbook to make during the weekend, and Aunt Sarah had kindly gathered all the ingredients and brought them to the cabin in preparation for our visit. However, that pie was destined for Saturday, and it was Friday, and so, if you put two and two together: we were facing down the prospect of a pie-less evening.

But then…*drumroll*…

Aunt Sarah’s friend and neighbor Jaci had gone shopping at the local co-op that afternoon and simply *couldn’t* resist buying a case each of blueberries and the most juicy peaches you’ve ever seen. And since her family simply *couldn’t* eat all of this fruit themselves, she wondered if we could use any?

I still think this was all a clever ruse to get pie, but no problems there. This is what everyone learned that day and what you are learning now: If I am on vacation and you bring me cases of perfectly ripe fruit, there is a 99% chance I will start baking on the spot, and a 98% chance you will get to partake in the finished product.

Now those are good odds.

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IMG_4290Sometimes, pies need a little help cooling so you can get to the eating faster.

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IMG_4297(Pro tip: If you forget to go to the general store for vanilla ice cream and it’s already past eight, a little scoop of vanilla yogurt is a nice stand-in.)

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If you think this Peach-Blueberry creation looks good (and boy, it was!), just wait until you see Saturday’s pie.

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Hi everyone! I hope you’re all having a fabulous fall. photo 1I’d like to share a little milestone of late. As you know (unless you’re brandy new to reading this blog) I figured out a while back that pies can be baked in glass jars and shipped rather easily. Sometimes the post office does a better job with the speed of delivery than other times, but I have definitely mailed and/or carried onto planes a decent number of pies in jars now. Maybe fifty? Anyway. Here’s the milestone. Last month I filled an actual order for a pie shipment. I.e. a lovely lady I know asked me to mail her son pie for his October birthday, and so I made two little apple blackberry pies and mailed them to Wisconsin and she paid me. So if I ever get around to starting a legit pie-in-a-jar business, Jaci and Croix can have the honor of being my first ever customers. Thanks so much! I hope they were delicious!

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photo 3In other recent happenings, Levi and I visited Richmond, VA last weekend, primarily for my girl Liz’s wedding. It’s one of the special places in my heart and it was so good to be there and to spend the weekend with a bunch of my favorite people.

On Sunday afternoon, we went to a delight of a place called The Proper Pie Co. My word. We bought savory hand pies and sweet slices, headed to a park with a load of blankets, and ate and traded bites with each other (Butter Chicken, Broccoli and Cheese, Lamb and Vegetable, Curried Lentil and Spinach, Key Lime, Sweet Potato and Pecan, Peach and Blackberry…I mean, really.) Afterwards I laid down with my head on my best friend’s lap and declared (to no one’s surprise) that I was in my happy place.

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I was told that this pie is made with vanilla poached slices of sweet potato. Because, why not.

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We are blessed. Check back for another (not-so-recent) pie story later this week!

 

The Days Turn Into Months

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A peek back at our beautiful Memorial Day meal this past May!

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Emery is walking these days!

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A trio of delightful salads: fruit, Fava Beans with arugula, lemon, and garlic, and Bobby Flay’s creamy coleslaw.

IMG_3270Zoe just keeps getting cuter.

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A bountiful table; we are blessed.

You’re allowed to put barbecue sauce, grilled jalapeños, grilled sage, cheese, AND coleslaw on your burger. We promise.

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The pièce de résistance: Mascarpone Ice Cream Pie with Sugared Berries.

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IMG_3305Loved spending time with Ruth Ann and James, Drew and Kelley, Zoe, Erin and Dave, Emery, Janine, and Alyssa. A very happy beginning-of-summer memory!

 

Strawberry Peach I-Love-You Pie

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Within the last year, I have reached some sort of higher pie-making level. (What the official levels of pie-making are I am not quite sure…) I haven’t been a novice for a while, and now I’m fully at the point of comfort to where if you put me on Chopped and told me to come up with a dessert given the ingredients on hand my mind would immediately start trying to figure out how I could throw together a pie.

Of course, I’d need longer than thirty minutes and I would hope that my ingredients didn’t consist of some bizarre combination (green apple jellybeans, liverwurst, rice flour, and brazil nuts would be hard to make a pie out of) but you get the point. I don’t need recipes anymore. I still love to follow them sometimes and I’ll continue until I finish every dang pie in Ken’s cookbook but it is so tempting these days to throw recipes to the wind. Maybe what I’ve reached is the Freestyle Level.

One pie I’ve made in some form or another over and over this year is Strawberry Peach. The first time I used a splash of Trader Joe’s Dixie Peach juice to give it extra peachiness…if I happen to have very flavorful 100% fruit juices in my fridge, I like adding them to my pies. If you start to develop this habit though, make sure you’re using enough cornstarch. In a pie with strawberries (notorious for making pie bubble over) and a splash of extra juice, you’ll want to use an extra spoonful of starch (I’d say 4 level tablespoons went into this filling.)

IMG_2905Several batches of Strawberry Peaches minis were made during this spring and summer, some destined for local friends as gifts for a variety of occasions, some destined for farther places, like Nashville. When I went to Jamaica for a week, I left a few pies in the freezer, for Levi (I-love-you) and visiting friends I was barely able to cross paths with before leaving town. (In fact, the extent of our visit was a stop at Republic of Pie in between picking them up at one airport and dropping me off at another. Boo.) Pro tip: It’s good to have mini pies on hand. I have yet to meet someone who isn’t happy when you give them their own personal jar of pie. I mean, really.

IMG_2912One of my favorite pie memories of this summer is baking three of them (two Strawberry Peach and a blueberry) for the Onesimus crew on a hot July afternoon and serving them outside that same humid night, listening to a smoky bonfire devotion, surrounded by blinking fireflies. It was definitely an Elisha and the Widow’s Oil situation, when hungry souls kept coming and coming with plates held out eagerly for a slice, and when there was not one plate left, the pie stopped flowing. (Well, I guess at that point the one last piece flowed onto my plate. And then it was really and truly gone. And then I think some of the boys scraped the empty plates clean of any final crumbs or juicy drips.)

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IMG_4192I made the Strawberry Peach (and maybe some apple too?) pie below in July late at night after work, waiting for some awesome house guests (and Levi) to get back from a baseball game they’d gone to. It was unplanned; the ingredients were sitting around and I had just a little time and the impulse struck, cause I’m on that Freestyle Level now, you know. And I’m finding out more and more that what it means when I make you pie is that I love you. I might not put the pie in a jar with a cute little handwritten label that says “Strawberry Peach I-love-you Pie,” (that honor is reserved mostly for Levi, I suppose) but it doesn’t mean that every pie I make doesn’t actually have “I-love-you” tacked into the name secretly. Because really, it does. It is my way of showing that I care.

In one note I got in response to a couple Strawberry-Peach pies I mailed was the sentence “Thank you for loving us all the way from California” and I thought, yes! That is what I’m doing, even when I don’t know I’m doing it. If I try to feed you pie, what I am basically doing is clumsily saying “I love you.”

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Oh, Obi. Yes, I love you too, because I let you eat the pastry scraps that always fall off the dining room table when I roll out a crust.

Thanks for reading, and for eating, and for accepting my love in the form of pie.

Orange You Glad

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…that I’m finally posting again? Well, I am. Feels good.

Honestly, if I had a dollar for every picture I’ve taken of Obi gazing wistfully upwards towards a pie…

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Have you ever noticed that some kids’ faces just look cheeky no matter what? Like, look at Josiah here. He isn’t even doing anything except sitting in a chair getting ready to eat a big piece of Creamsicle Ice Cream Pie and yet his face is just undeniably cheeky.

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See what I’m talking about?

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Let me back up for a second. As the great summer/spring/2014 pie catch-up continues, I’m having a great time reminiscing about this delicious pie, the first ice cream pie I’ve made from Ken’s book (Truth: I will always love fruit pies the most, but it’s time to start digging a little more heavily into the meringue/chiffon/ice creamy world when it comes to my pie choices.) The flavor of Creamsicles takes me back to being eleven at Bible School in Vermont and pretending for a week that I wasn’t dairy-intolerant because there were ice cream bars after dinner every night and what was a girl to do?!

To make this pie, you just have to make a killer graham cracker crust and then fill it with vanilla ice cream and orange sherbet and swirl it all together.

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Okay, and then put homemade whipped cream on top. And buy some of those little mandarins that come in syrup in a can to serve with it. (Did I just say that? Fruit in a can? Yeah, just this once, do it.)

Since the rest of the assembly takes approximately zero effort, please promise me that you WILL make the crust and the whipped cream by hand. Really though.

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Here’s a tangent that I think is actually somewhat relevant to the discussion of ice cream pie. Cause Ice Cream Pies are good. Real good. But what makes them good? Let’s break it down. Take a moment and think about Ice Cream Cake. Now, if you are from New Jersey (as I am) and you picture an ice cream cake, what comes to mind?

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Absolutely. Carvel, first of all. A layer of ice cream and a layer of ice cream, covered with frosting and separated with the chocolate crunchies. There was a day I would have started a fight over those chocolate crunchies.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, if you didn’t already know this. California is super, super confused about ice cream cake. I remember the day when I first discovered the Californian definition and I was just…flabbergasted. Mind-boggled.

They think it’s cake. With some ice cream inside. But mainly, cake.

The. Worst.

And absolutely no trace of chocolate crunchies. The thing that makes ice cream cake something you want to eat in the first place. I will never understand.

Back to why ice cream pie is so good: It’s made out of pure unadultered ice cream. (No nasssty cake, precious.) And if you want to go ahead and call the crust “crunchies,” no one is going to stop you.

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This is the kind of huge creamy showstopper that absolutely requires sharing. Thanks to our friends Josiah and Micah, Tiffany and Jonathan for making the consumption of this pie possible. (And for sharing a wonderful evening at your home!)

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P.S. What is with tangents today? Tangent: I wanted to name this post California Creamin’, then I remembered that idea was totally unoriginal cause that’s the name of an awesome beer brewed by Mother Earth Brewing Co. Which would actually go so well with this pie. If you like to pair beer with ice cream pie. Which I can’t say I regularly do.

That is all.

The Great Summer Catch-Up

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And so it begins. Now that The Peace of Pie has been around for several years, the time-of-year patterns that show up are almost comically predictable.

I get to August and I’m all like, my blog is non-existent. I’ve been too busy living.

We’re not even going to admit that the pictures below are from March, cause they totally look like they could be taken in the summer (a perk of California).

We have just had so many delightful visits with friends this summer (okay, and spring, and all year.) Our friends Gray and Emily from Virginia came to spend a sunshiny weekend with us and it was just lovely. We walked around Santa Barbara, tasted some wines, ate some Mexican food, explored an entire warehouse full of orchids, and ended the day with a beach sunset and sushi. I’m describing this in detail so that you all desperately want to come visit too.

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They’re getting married next June.

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I made this Classic Lemon Meringue Pie that weekend. Not to set the excitement level too high, but I’m about to reveal to you one of my hugest Epic Pie Fail moments to date. To preface: I am a still a meringue newbie. For those who were really paying attention while reading my Christmas post, you will note that the cinnamon meringue atop that lovely pie was my FIRST ever, making this my SECOND ever meringue experience.

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I know you all probably know already–never walk away from a broiler–well, I did. Yes, I did. For only thirty seconds, but that was mooooore than enough time for this carnage to take place.

20140620-090510-32710285.jpgAnother point worth noting: burnt meringue smells like a s’more. Pretty good actually. But not so good to eat. So I scraped the top off and re-broiled just a smidge to cover up the battle scars. Goodbye, pretty mound of swirls. Hello, little haphazard pile.

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So there’s a bit of vulnerability for you, from one baker to another (or maybe just from one baker to an interested reader, as the case may be. I think all you guys are great for reading what I write, so thanks a lot.) All’s well that ends well though, and I think Emily can vouch for the fact that this pie is an acceptable form of breakfast.

West Coast Pie

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I’m such a dork sometimes. I think that’s what makes me a good teacher.

I’ve had a lot of fun with my 3rd-4th-5th social studies class this year. We’ve been learning about the regions of the United States, which has included making detailed maps labeled with funny sounding places (Okefenokee Swamp is a crowd favorite), memorizing the states and capitals through the use of a catchy song, filming our own music video set to said song, Skyping with my parents to learn about the Northeast and the Southeast, examining Native American pottery, conducting hands-on investigations of resources from across the country, and writing and thinking about how where we live affects who we are (a question I’ve thought about a lot in relation to my own life). I gave my students their final test on the Western region of the United States this past Wednesday…and did I mention that, as of this week, the kids are out for the summer?! 

Oh yeah. Oh yeah oh yeah. (I’ve still got plenty of grading, planning, and curriculum writing on my plate…but I see a definite increase of free time in my near future. As in: I see myself doing some laundry. I see myself taking Obi for more walks and writing blog posts that make no references to ancient history. And maybe sneaking off to Magic Mountain for a day.)

Anyway, back to the thesis statement about how I can be a dork. Really though, I’m the kind of teacher who makes kids groan in agony and say things like “How did you sneak MATH into this?” and “Why do you have to turn EVERYTHING into SCHOOL?” Which makes me feel very successful because I like to trick my students into learning even when they aren’t looking for a lesson. So, after I gave my kids their final test (which they took like champs, without complaining) I fed them a pie. I called it West Coast Pie. And here’s what they figured out by the time they were done eating it, with just a touch of guidance from me.

1. It was really, really delicious.

2. The filling was made up of strawberries to represent California, blueberries to represent Oregon, and apples to represent Washington.

3. I had used other ingredients that related to the Western region of the country, if not specifically the West Coast. The pie was glazed with milk and honey, representing the dairy farms and beehives that are an important part of agriculture in the West. The sugar the pie contained represented the sugarcane that grows in Hawaii, probably the coolest state in the West (if not in the entire country) in the eyes of my students. The lemon was a nod to the huge amount of citrus fruit grown in Californ-i-a. The wheat stood for the Great Plains, which lie partially in the Midwest but also spill into the Western states of Montana, Wyoming and Colorado.

I told you I’m a dork. But I’m turning them too, because they honestly figured out 95% of that on their own. Promise.

photo 2As a special School’s Out treat, and so I don’t forget it, I’m sharing the recipe for the pie here. 

West Coast Pie

Crust:

Ken Haedrich’s Basic Flaky Pastry. 3 cups flour, 1 tbs. sugar, 1 tsp. salt. Mix together by hand. Cut a stick of butter into small pieces and add into the dry ingredients. Rub with your fingers until the butter is incorporated. Have at the ready 1/2 cup of shortening. Add into the mixture in small pieces until fully incorporated. Add 1/2 cup of cold water, a little at a time, until pastry can be packed together. Make two balls, flatten them, wrap in wax paper, and refrigerate. (For a more detailed recipe instead of my paraphrase, see Ken’s book Pie.

Filling:

2 cups strawberries, hulled and sliced.
1 cup blueberries
2 cups sliced apples
(I had just barely this much fruit, perhaps a little less. It was just all the fruit I had in the house at 5:30 in the morning that day. You know. Feel free to use a little less or more of something.)
1/3 cup turbinado sugar, plus 2 tbsp
Juice of 1/3 of a lemon
large dash of cinnamon
2 tbsp cornstarch

In a bowl, combine the fruit, 1/3 cup of sugar, lemon juice, and cinnamon. Allow to sit and juice for ten minutes. (You can roll out the bottom crust in the meantime and line your standard-size pie pan with it.) After the filling has been sitting, mix 2 tbsp each of cornstarch and sugar in a small bowl and add to the fruit mixture. Stir in. Turn entire filling into pie crust, wet edge around rim with water, and place rolled-out second crust on top. Press firmly around the rim to seal the two crusts together. Trim excess crust with a sharp knife and cut several vents in the top of the pie. In a small bowl, combine roughly 2 tbsp of milk with 1 tsp of honey. Mix well until honey dissolves. Use a pastry brush to brush the glaze over the top of the pie. Bake in a 400 degree oven for half an hour, then rotate and bake for another 25 minutes. You’ll know the pie is done when the top is a nice shade of brown and you see juices bubbling. Strawberries are notorious for making pies bubble over, so you may want to use a baking dish to protect the bottom of your oven.

I loved this pie. I really did. But I think the real reason you should try this pie is because these cool kids endorse it. I would totally trust their judgement.

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Okay, they’re a little nutty. But they can be trusted when it comes to pie-tasting.

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They know what they’re talking about.

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Coconut Cream Pi

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Pi Day came and went again this year with the usual fanfare it always receives at my school. It’s hard to believe this was my fourth year making a celebratory pie…time sure does fly when you’re having fun.

IMG_2796( Someone made a pi instead of a pie…har har har.)

There were many contributors to the feast of pie and the subsequent sugar-induced coma. Pumpkin, raspberry, lemon meringue, apple, chocolate chip, and so many more varieties were all there for the taking.
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The naked pie in the center here was mine. My Coconut Cream Pie, awaiting his topping of toasted coconut whipped cream. An important question to consider at this stage would be: Why have I been making pies for five years and have NEVER made a coconut cream pie before?

Anyone?

Yeah, I have no idea either.

IMG_2795Coconut has always been one of my favorite flavors. As a kid I would always try to convince my mom to buy a coconut from the grocery store (I know, I’m weird. Other kids were probably all like, “Buy me Lucky Charms!!” and I was the nerd asking for a whole coconut…) When I got my way it was always a project because my dad had to smash them with a hammer to get them open. Then I would stash a bunch of the broken pieces away to my room and read through my stack of library books while blissfully mawing away at my coconut chunks.

IMG_2799I bought flaked coconut for the making of this pie. No hammers were involved. A quick note I think is worth making; I NEVER buy sweetened flaked coconut; the straight up stuff is a lot more versatile to have around and I just don’t think the sweetened variety necessary, even when recipes call for it. It’s not like the pie is sugar-free, let’s be honest. No need for the extra sweetener. Maybe that’s just my preference. It’s hard to believe, but I’m not actually a sweet tooth.

IMG_2801Here’s me and my Pi Day Pi. All topped up now and ready to serve to the masses of clamorous children and teachers.

IMG_2803I just love how the toasted coconut looks on top of this guy. So pretty.

IMG_2804Oh look, what’s this? A small pie eater? Don’t know what gave it away, other than the smudgy berry-covered face.

IMG_2805Here are the links to Pi Days past if you’d like to check them out.

Last Year (2013)

The Year Before That (2012)

Thanks for reading. As always.

A Recipe from Nic

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Hey Jess,

Loved reading your blog about our trip. So many good memories! Every time I see those photos of us in our maroon tees I’m a little embarrassed I have to admit, but smile and snicker to myself too.
No problem about the recipe. It was one that mum gave me when I got married and is pretty much now a staple in both hers and our house, so I would be happy to share a little of our love! I’ll type it out below…

Hope you guys are well and the Oz plans are coming along nicely. We look forward to seeing you again!

Love love
xx
Country Chicken Pie

Ingredients:
6 thigh fillets (or the equivalent in breast fillets, 2-3 should do)
1 onion
2 cloves garlic
250g button mushrooms
25g butter
2 x 35g packets mushroom soup mix
1 1/2 cups milk
2 tablespoons parsley, chopped
1 tablespoon fresh sage, chopped (thyme also works really well)
Freshly ground black pepper
2 sheets puff pastry (or enough to line your pie pan)
Milk or egg for glazing

Method:
Remove skin from chicken and cut into cubes. Peel onion and chop. Crush, peel and chop garlic. Trim and wash mushrooms. Melt butter in a saucepan and saute chicken, onion, garlic and mushrooms until onion is clear and chicken is cooked through. Mix soup mix and milk together. Pour into saucepan and cook until mixture comes to the boil. Leave until cold then mix in parsley, sage and pepper. Place one sheet of pastry on the bottom of a pie dish. Fill with the chicken and mushroom mixture. Place the second sheet of pastry on top to form a lid for the pie. Brush the edges of the pastry with water and press edges together. Brush milk or egg over the top of the pie for glazing. Make two steam holes in the centre of the pie. Bake at 200 degrees Celsius for 25-30 minutes or until golden and cooked.

(For once I guess you’ll have to convert all the measurements into your silly conversions. Yess…about time! Every time I cook a pie from Ken’s book I curse the American measurement system..silly Americans!)