As if you couldn’t tell from my past blogs, I do so love making pies. It is without a doubt the most classic American dessert and there’s just something about making one that is so much more fun than, say, a cake or a cobbler. Maybe watching Waitress warped me. In a good way, of course.
On my birthday Ben FINALLY gave me the one kitchen gadget I’ve never had but always wanted: an apple peeler/slicer/corer. I am now an apple peeling and slicing machine. Today I experimented with pears from my grandmother’s pear trees, and found that my little handy crank thing works just as well with them and a new recipe was born. Basically the same as an apple pie, but it’s half pears and half green apples tossed with a little brown sugar and cinnamon, the crust is filled with caramel, then it’s all topped with buttered, salted and toasted pecans. Oh mercy, it made a pretty pie — but it tasted even better.