Now that I have come to terms with this fact, I am not making pie mistakes in local restaurants and (shudder) grocery store bakeries--they just can't duplicate the taste I am after. Since I have accepted the responsibility fully, I actually enjoy making it more. 2013 has been, for me at least, The Year of the Pie. And the year isn't even halfway over! To what pie-in-the-sky heights will I soar before the year's end? (And to which buckle-hole will my belt be expanded?)
I have had a rhubarb plant for three years now, a transplant gift from my next-door neighbors, and have never done anything with it except enjoy it's exotic, rain forest-esque foliage every spring. This year, I determined I would not let it go to waste, and so I scoured the Internet for a good rhubarb pie recipe.
Allrecipes has never given me a bum steer. If a recipe has been reviewed by hundreds of people and it still has a 4.5-star rating, then it's a pretty safe bet.
|Completely delicious. I am adding this recipe to my favorites.|
|You can also substitute RASPBERRIES for the strawberries and|
prepare the pie the same way. I made this in November, my
favorite month to eat pie. Oh, yummy.
The second important step is to allow lots of steam to leave the pie. Lattice crusts are pretty, but they're also almost essential to any berry pie, because the large holes all over the top crust help moisture to steam out during bake time. I used my flakiest pie crust recipe for this one.
The third step is the hardest: you've got to let the pie cool. You don't have wait till it's cold . . . you just can't dig right in when it comes out of the oven. Pie Impatience often leads to burning the roof of your mouth, anyway. I speak from experience.
|Oops! I forgot to scatter the butter over the top before I did the|
lattice. Better late than never, where butter is concerned.
|Take the shield off for the last ten minutes of baking. I think |
that heaven must smell like a rhubarb-strawberry pie.
I had also invited some friends over for late-night dessert (coincidentally, these friends were wondering that very day when I would be baking and sharing a pie next . . . faith precedes the miracle!), so I let the pie "cool" in the freezer for fifteen minutes to shorten the wait-time before everyone arrived. I think that impatience might actually be the mother of all invention, rather than necessity.
|Ahhhh . . . at last . . .|