Good morning! Happy Lottery day!
We’ve been having such pretty false-summer weather that I decided I needed to capture a little of it in a pie, before it’s gone for good. What better excuse to use my favorite stonefruit, the lovely plum? Add a little basil, a little honey, it’s all kinds of magical, isn’t it?
They’re so cute and tidy and full of promise, all ready to go in the oven. I just love them, don’t you?
How can you resist that?
Click that little button down there to get your lottery ticket. I’ll pick a winner at noon! Don’t put it off until next week! This is the last week that the lottery is running. But don’t worry! You can still order pies!
I went to the store and got some lemons. Then I spent 15 minutes staging and photographing them, because I am a procrastinator, and also new camera = learning curve.
After my patience for that task was exhausted, I did this to them:
That’s the power of a sharp knife, people. And the secret to a good Shaker Lemon pie.
Then they turned into this!
How can you resist that? Yes, I know, there’s pith in there, but that’s the WHOLE POINT. The Shakers were a frugal and pragmatic group. I promise you, unless you’re a supertaster, that pith shouldn’t offend you. If you like marmalade or lemon curd, this pie is going to melt your face off, you’ll be so happy.
As usual, I’m going to pick a winner for these bad boys at noon. Click that little button down there, buy yourself a ticket, take a chance. And today’s lottery comes with a special treat: Delivery by Rose! (assuming the logistics work out right)
EditCongratulations to our awesome friend Jen, who was one of the first people to know about Grumpy Pie, and reminds this pie maker of an awesome adult version of her sister. Hurray, Jen!
I love lemons.
I took a pretty decent glamor shot of a lemon to go with this post. Imagine it right here! … I can’t get it off the camera. Behold! Lemons, on their way to pie!
Sad, lack of pictures aside, omg, Shaker Lemon pie. I love it so much. I think we had this conversation once already, several months ago. I also can’t find that post. I may need to retire from the internet, at this rate. In my defense, though, I did discover that Idaho has both a Lake Pend Orielle and an adjacent city named Ponderay. They’re the same word(s)! What gives, Idaho?
The point here is: Shaker Lemon! I saw it described the other day as ‘aggressively old fashioned,’ which I like. It’s a pie that I imagine my terrifying great-grandmother would’ve enjoyed, with her creepy, ancient dog curled up at her feet. Someday I hope to terrorize small children half as well as she did. Despite being made of pretty much just sugar and lemons and eggs, it’s not super sweet, but it’s bright and lemony and it will wake your face up!
If you don’t love lemon with a burning passion, this may not be the pie for you. It is not for the faint of heart. It is, however, a slice of history, and one that has endured for a reason. Take a chance!
Good morning and happy Friday, pie people. How has your week been? I spent much of this week fighting some kind of bug, again. Hurray, seasons changing, making me feel all weird. And there was this very sad news about iconic Seattle barista and generally well-loved person Brian Fairbrother. From what I hear in the air, it’s been kind of a hard week all over. I guess the thing to do at this point is to put our best out into the world.
I made pie. Also, be on the lookout for hugs, if you see me. I need them, I suspect you may too.
Mopey seriousness aside, look at some pretty pie, won’t you? They’re Plum Blueberry! Because why the hell not? Perhaps my two most favorite late-summer treats, all bundled up into a hug for your face.
As per usual, you have until noon to click on that button down there and buy a lottery ticket. I’ll draw a winner at noon. And give your loved ones a hug and/or a kind word, will ya?
Edit Congratulations Kyle!
Good morning pie lovers! Are you super excited for a three day weekend?
I make you some berry-tastic pies, courtesy of the lovely Mr. Pie.
The sad reality that it’s September means that there’s not a lot of light in my kitchen these days. The pies look a little dark, but I assure you, they are perfect. Go buy a ticket! Or several. Be the envy of your friends! Or share with your friends, and be a nice person. Mmm, pie.
Edit Congratulations, winner! (I forgot to clear the button, sorry)
I’ll draw a winner at noon! Go and do.
What up, pie people?
It kind of looks like fall outside, I’m sad to report. On my morning Vespa around town I actually wore a scarf AND handwarmers today. Not that I”m complaining about an opportunity to wear handknits, of course, but it did seem like an excessive number for August. But on the bright side, autumn is a fantastic time for pie! Warms the house, warms the heart, blah blah blah. Plus, apples! Pears! Quince! (I’ve never used a quince, for the record, but I like them in theory, in part because of my fondness for Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal Dreams. Also, there is a soft spot in my heart for weird fruits in general.) Also, pears! They are worth mentioning twice, because of how much I love them.
I am also happy to report that despite having made no visible progress toward pie this morning, I did manage to accomplish one of the last of my post-vacation goals, and perhaps my favorite. People: I reorganized the kitchen. It’s not entirely finished, but I purged the plasticware of orphaned containers and lids, put my prettiest and most beloved items up where I can enjoy them even when they’re not in use, and swapped cabinet space so that it now makes sense for the way I cook. Because despite having both a husband and a housemate who treat the kitchen with respect, it’s still my space, you know? And now with more pretty! Next up: clean the oven, put up some art. Hurray!
Because I got totally sucked down that rabbit hole this morning, I don’t know what kind of pie I’m making for the lottery this week. I’ll make up my mind this evening, though, and let you know. As usual, it will be Grumpy Little Pies, of course.