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Nov. 28th, 2003 12:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pantryslutSo I lied. I made my first pie in fifteen years yesterday. My first adult pie, in fact.
Sweet potato pie. I love sweet potato pie. G. teased me about this on the phone earlier today, because I have no excuse, being Midwestern in origin, and white. But it's true. I worked in kitchens in Chicago and picked up a lot of things there; I like collard greens, too. In fact, one of my favorite Thanksgiving memories is the feast that the residents at Rainbow House (a domestic violence shelter in Chicago) made for themselves -- turkey and cornbread stuffing, plus collard greens and chitlins. They wanted comfort food for Thanksgiving, and the shelter arranged it. The residents planned the menu and the shelter bought them the ingredients. I think usually they had a cook come in and feed them the usual nutritious nonprofit style meals, so this was a big party for them, especially as some of them clearly missed the chance to cook for their families.
Anyway, the pie. The crust turned out OK, considering that, as I said, I haven't made pie in fifteen years or so. With practice it will be even better, I'm sure. I've totally forgotten how to flute the crust.
The filling was a little fluffy. I think I prefer a denser sweet potato pie. This is probably either perverted or sacrilege, but there it is. Should I experiment with leaving out the egg whites?
The spicing was perfect. I kept licking the uncooked filling off of...everything, as if it were brownie batter or something.
I'm going to try a pumpkin pie later this weekend. Actually a butternut squash pie, but close enough.
Sweet potato pie. I love sweet potato pie. G. teased me about this on the phone earlier today, because I have no excuse, being Midwestern in origin, and white. But it's true. I worked in kitchens in Chicago and picked up a lot of things there; I like collard greens, too. In fact, one of my favorite Thanksgiving memories is the feast that the residents at Rainbow House (a domestic violence shelter in Chicago) made for themselves -- turkey and cornbread stuffing, plus collard greens and chitlins. They wanted comfort food for Thanksgiving, and the shelter arranged it. The residents planned the menu and the shelter bought them the ingredients. I think usually they had a cook come in and feed them the usual nutritious nonprofit style meals, so this was a big party for them, especially as some of them clearly missed the chance to cook for their families.
Anyway, the pie. The crust turned out OK, considering that, as I said, I haven't made pie in fifteen years or so. With practice it will be even better, I'm sure. I've totally forgotten how to flute the crust.
The filling was a little fluffy. I think I prefer a denser sweet potato pie. This is probably either perverted or sacrilege, but there it is. Should I experiment with leaving out the egg whites?
The spicing was perfect. I kept licking the uncooked filling off of...everything, as if it were brownie batter or something.
I'm going to try a pumpkin pie later this weekend. Actually a butternut squash pie, but close enough.
