Would you like to know the secret to making good pie? Well,
don't ask me. I make lousy pie, so I can't help you with that. What I can
help you with, thanks to a devious workaround in my bag of tricks, is diverting
attention—yours and anyone else’s--from your lack of pie-making skills.
In my entirely unsolicited opinion, whomsoever came up with
the phrase “easy as pie” has a little bit to answer for. It’s easy as pie for me to make a cardboard
crust that stays raw underneath the fruit but burns on the edges. Easy as pie to underfill the thing so that
the top crust collapses AND to overfill it so it blurps all over the oven. It’s easy as pie for me to imagine I can
flute and lattice and, heaven help us, stencil a pie crust, but tough as nails to translate that into reality on the
plate.
There is nothing like a pie, in my experience, to bring a person’s lofty fantasies regarding their personal superpowers sharply down to terra firma. Although I did just offer to make a wedding cake for some friends who are getting married in November, and I have a consequent hunch that in fact there IS something like a pie for that purpose. My oldest child has quietly requested that she be allowed to live somewhere else while I am constructing the cake. Wise girl.
There is nothing like a pie, in my experience, to bring a person’s lofty fantasies regarding their personal superpowers sharply down to terra firma. Although I did just offer to make a wedding cake for some friends who are getting married in November, and I have a consequent hunch that in fact there IS something like a pie for that purpose. My oldest child has quietly requested that she be allowed to live somewhere else while I am constructing the cake. Wise girl.
But pie. Do you long
to pass for a pie-maker, and feel pretty hot about yourself into the
bargain? We can address this desire.
Cue the trumpets!
Enter, stage left, Julia Child!
Why, what is that she is carrying?
I think it is a galette. Galette
is a French word meaning “just as yummy as pie and no trouble to make.” This recipe comes from Baking with Julia and I have tweaked it only a little bit. To revert to the original, leave out the
whole wheat flour and use all white flour.
The cornmeal gives it plenty of textural interest. But I like the nuttiness of a little whole
wheat in here, especially with the plums.
Which reminds me that it is a recipe for a BERRY galette, in the book. But I
had plums. And really you could use any
fruit at all. Or make a savory one with
tomatoes and herbs and cheese.
Here are two reasons to love the original recipe, other than
the tasty food that results from it: one, when it instructs you to cut in the
butter until some pieces are the size of small peas and some are finer, an
explanation is given. “The finer bits
will make it tender, and the larger ones will make it flaky.” I love that kind of insider info. Teach a man to fish, and so forth. Later on,
after you’ve added the liquid, you’re told, “it will be a soft, malleable
dough—the kind you might be tempted to overwork.” Mmm hmm.
It’s like they were watching me.
This is not a very sweet dessert at all, meaning you get carte blanche (that’s also French, for “a
little more wrist action on that scoop, there”) with the ice cream.
Parchment paper is your ally here. Absolutely essential. Don't leave home without it. The almond paste fillip came to me in a
flash; I used to put a little bit of minute tapioca in there, to keep the juices from getting too runny (even though Julia and her friends said nothing about this; runniness does not worry them), but the tapioca that clings to the fruit on top doesn't cook properly, and tweezing those bits of tapioca off cuts into my golf time. Adding the almond paste is good because it is yum, and because it drinks up all the fruit juices while
all around it stays crisp, but it's hardly essential—to anything other than your
“CHECK. ME. OUT.” feeling of happiness, that is. Yeah, that’s right. We got swagger. We ain’t afraid of no PIE.
galette of whatever pleases you
3 T sour cream, yogurt or buttermilk
1/3 c ice water
(about)
¾ c all purpose flour
¼ c whole wheat flour
¼ c cornmeal
1-2 t sugar
½ t salt
7T cold unsalted butter, cut in cubes
3 c fruit, sliced
1-2T sugar
1 t grated fresh ginger
1 7oz tube almond paste
1 T cold unsalted butter, cut in slivers
1 T heavy cream
1 tsp sugar
In a small bowl, mix together the sour cream and the water
until totally combined.
In a medium bowl, combine the dry ingredients. Toss the butter in there, and use a fork to
coat the pieces in the flour mixture. Using a pastry blender, cut the butter
in, making sure to leave some bits more or less pea-sized. Now splash in most
of the liquid mixture and use the fork to toss it all around. Pinch a bit of the dough; if it holds
together, gather the whole mess into a ball; if not, add the remaining
liquid. If it still seems dry, add water
by the teaspoon until it comes together.
Once you have gathered it all up, divide the ball in two and form a disk
from each half. Refrigerate for at least
half an hour.
When you are ready to bake, take the dough out of the
fridge. Let it enjoy the room’s
temperature while you mix the fruit and sugar and ginger in a small bowl. Heat the oven to 400 degrees, and have two
squares of parchment and two baking sheets at the ready.
Sprinkle a little flour on the parchment, and plop a disk of
dough on there. Cover with a sheet of
wax paper, and roll out to about ¼ “ thick.
Think about a circle as you are rolling, but don’t invest a moment’s
thought into whether or not you achieve one.
A rustic ovoid will serve. Rough edges are good, too. Take about a third of the almond paste and
pat and poink it out (or use your rolling pin, but that means another two
sheets of wax paper) to a rough circle that will rest on the dough with a
comfortable margin all the way around.
Plop half the fruit on top of that, in a single layer, again leaving a
wide margin.
Now, we have some fun.
Using the parchment paper, fold one section of the dough up over the
fruit.
Why, lookee there! You are
pleating your way to magazine-readiness and not even breaking a sweat.
Round you go.
Very nice.
And there you have it.
Dot the exposed surface of the fruit with slivers of the
butter. Brush the top side of the pleats
with a little heavy cream. Sprinkle a
teaspoon or so of sugar over that.
Repeat these steps with the second disk of dough, just absolutely digging that pleating thing now that you have it down.
Bake 30-40 minutes, until quite golden brown, and slide the
parchment onto a rack to cool for as long as you can restrain yourself.
Just what I like after breakfast: a recipe that makes me laugh and also gives me hope--HOPE, I tell you--for that upcoming dinner party. I beg you to consider "pleating your way to magazine-readiness" as a meta-tag.
ReplyDeleteIt's my new motto, in fact!
DeletePIe pie pie pie pie. :) I'm so glad we're hitting the fall apple explosion--so I can make lots and lots of pies and galettes like this!
ReplyDeleteit is heaven with apples, in fact--only wish they were exploding in my zip code, where we lost most of them to weather hijinks this year!
DeleteOk so I am pretty much in love with your blog, just like Alana said I would be! It was wonderful to meet you yesterday- sorry you had to go before dinner so we couldn't spend more time. Hope to see you again sometime soon!
ReplyDeleteWinnie Abramson
I went in the other order--meeting you in blog form (http://www.healthygreenkitchen.com/) first, then in person! A treat as well, and I hope our paths cross again soon--best of luck with your book!
DeleteWell.
ReplyDeleteI could not be happier, really, to pop in and find you in your prime. Please meet me at the golf tee and we can discuss our un-tweezelness.
Making one today. Thanks for the heads up about the almond paste.
xo S
Just strapping on my pink plaid pants! Meet you on the green! xo
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