The Domestication of Gina Series 1 – Blueberry Pie

I’m perturbed right now.  I wrote most of the following when I wasn’t so perturbed so expect brief injections of perturbation throughout.

Written 2 weeks ago or something:
I have a lot of whims.  One of these whims was to go blueberry picking.  Due to my limited number of friends (read: i have one)  I forced the G to come along.   I suppose it wasn’t really by force.  I promised blueberry pie/muffin making for the  benefit of hpj and jvj, as a means to my domestication of Gina ends.  

We of course, pick a day involving severe thunderstorm warnings.  Not the “watch”, WARNING.  Oh well.  So I went to pick up Gina and it started to rain.  SWEET.  As she got in the car, it started to pour.  We considered purchasing blueberries at the store and lying to the aforementioned acronymed boys but decided to throw caution to the wind and drive out to to Reilly’s Summer Seat Farm and hope for clearing skies and sweet blueberry pickin’ weather.  (The fact that I actually typed pickin’ there is making me cringe.) Well, we got there.  We were the only ones there.  We wandered around hoping that they might have pre-picked blueberries to buy since it was raining still.  We couldn’t find the blueberries but started to take pictures in the green houses with the flowers.  As I handed G a random potted plant to hold as I took her picture, we noticed a worker staring at us curiously.  We scurried away embarrassed because we’re 14 and find amusement in taking pictures of ourselves.  

Finally, another customer drove up and we found some more employees.  We asked about the blueberries and to our surprise, he said we could go and pick them.  Ahoy, glorious blueberry fields.

So we went and speed picked these lovely blueberries because we only had about 40 minutes before they closed. 

We got a wee bit lost on the way home but made it back after stopping for some coffee and set out to make the pies. 

I decided that I should look for a recipe in the many cookbooks that I’ve been acquiring but rarely use.  I spliced together a couple of recipes and the following is what I came up with.

Fresh Blueberry Pie

A combination of Dorie Greenspan’s Baking from my Home to Yours and Great American Brand Name Baking(available for $1.49 on Amazon.
Thank you Tutu’s basement and 1991.)

For the innards:

  • 1 store bought crust for the bottom(Don’t hate)
  • 2 pints blueberries
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
  • pinch of salt=less than 1/8 tsp
  • Squirt of lemon juice
  • 1/4 cup plain dry breadcrumbs (trust me)

    For the streusel top:

  • 1/2 cup flour
  • 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
  • 1/2 cup packed brown sugar
  • 1/4 cup cold butter

    Position a rack in the lower third of the oven and preheat to 425. (We baked two pies side by side and it worked great). Put the berries in a large bowl and gently stir in sugar, flour, salt and juice. Let sit for five minutes. Taste the filling and add more sugar if you’d like. (I added more because mine was a bit watery. Gina did not. Either way works). Sprinkle an even layer of the bread crumbs over the bottom of the pie shell. (Prevents the bottom from getting soggy). Pour the berry mixture into the crust.

    In a small bowl, combine all of the streusel ingredients. Crumble it all together with your hands until you get the streuselesque consistency. Sprinkle generously on top of the berries, covering completely. Gina and I ended up making a third batch of this. We each used a batch and 1/2 on our pies.

    Bake the pie for 30 minutes. Reduce the oven temperature to 375 and bake another 30 minutes or until the filling is bubbling through the topping. Our crust started to brown pretty quickly so I put loose aluminum foil dooms over the tops for about the last 15 minutes.

    Take out your pie, let cool and serve.

    It turned out AWESOMELY.  My first success with pie.  We were quite pleased with ourselves.  The pie innards of each of ours looked completely different because mine had extra water. I added some more sugar and a little cornstarch to absorb that shit and all worked out well.  Our pies looked glorious!  Triumph. 
    Look at them:That looks like a picture from a 1970s cookbook thanks to my overzealous editing.
    We high fived our success and set out to deliver them.  Everyone was pleased.  Everyone got to eat pie.  Gina and I got to high five a whole bunch.  All in all, a good, baking/cooking filled weekend.  Oh, and there were many a gin and tonic to placate any problems.

  • My first attempt at pie…

    So I baked my first pie a while back and once again, took pictures of it, so I’m posting the recipe and my results.  I found this recipe on AllRecipes. I haven’t had a lot of success with recipes I’ve found on AllRecipes so I pretty much steer clear of them now.

    I used a store bought pie crust.  (This was prior to my obsession with making EVERYTHING from scratch).  I bought one of those double deep dish crusts.  Anyway, the pie turned out alright.  It wasn’t sweet enough for my tastes.  I feel like it was missing some spices or something or maybe it was the apples.  Or maybe it was the STORE BOUGHT CRUST.  Regardless, I wouldn’t make it again. I’ll go with a recipe that has a bunch more ingredients because…I like difficult.  

    My mother doesn’t like Martha Stewart recipes because she says they’re too complicated, too many steps, weeeird ingredients, etc.  I, on the other hand, seek out these way too involved recipes.  This, was not a difficult recipe.  What, like five ingredients?  COME ON.  Okay, anyway, the picture was pretty.  Don’t let it’s looks deceive you.  It’s not very good.

    Easy Apple Pie for you folks who don’t like sugar.

    Makes one pie.

  • 6 cups thinly sliced apples
  • 3/4 cup white sugar
  • 1 tablespoon butter
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • Double pie crust

    Preheat oven to 450 F.
    Wash, quarter, core, peel, and slice your apples; measure to 6 cups.    

    Combine sugar and cinnamon.
    Arrange apples in layers in pastry lined pie plate. Sprinkle each layer with sugar and cinnamon. Dot top layer with small pieces of butter.

    Cut your second my crust into even 1 inch strips. Attempt to weave them… (As you can see, my weaving was not exactly perfect). Seal the edges of your strips into the sides of the bottom crust. Brush the top with some melted butter so it’ll come out a pretty golden brown.

    Place your pie on lowest rack in the oven. Bake for 10 minutes. Reduce heat to 350 F and bake 30 to 35 minutes longer.

    My recommendation, add a bit more sugar and top with some whipped cream, ice cream, all things sweet. The end.

    PS: I made ANOTHER pie this past weekend and it was actually good. Soon to post. Soon soon. Adios.