This is a bulletin from the midst of my pie-making trenches. I’m elbows deep in the internet researching two things that I think are going to be awesome for future Grumpy Pies. In response to a request for a “Punch In The Face” pie, I have found myself fascinated by grape pies. Last summer a friend of mine mentioned on Facebook that she had made one, but I was too far away to run over to her house and try it, which was exactly what I wanted to do. And then I completely forgot about it until I was in the grocery store last night, staring at a wall of fruit and wondering how to translate that into a pie that would take the place of punching someone in the face. And then, in a totally un-punchlike manner, the grapes hit me.
Grape Pie! It’s totally a thing! So a little investigation (yay, internet!) lead me to believe that it could be just the ticket, especially once the intent of the punching was clarified. For a moment, I was afraid that the pie was meant to communicate to its recipient that the giver wanted to punch them in the face, but that’s not the case. I’ve gotta say, I was a little worried there for a minute. But there is a little bit of a problem, and one that I suspect will be more significant as the scale of the pie shrinks: grapes are leaky. And the clear consensus on the internet is this: grape pie requires tapioca, which means it’s time for me to suck it up and start playing with tapioca.
So, two adventures tonight, rolled into one: Grape Pie and tapioca! Part of me hopes that, like Shaker Lemon, the old school charm of grape pie translates well to the modern, Grumpy era. I’ve been debating internally about what kind of pie to make for our lazy long weekend (fingers crossed, anyway. I don’t want another scheduled-every-moment weekend yet). I think full-size grape may be the way to go!
While the Grape adventure may turn out to be positive, I’m really pinning my hopes on tapioca. I’m a little embarrassed to admit that, despite knowing about tapioca for years, I have always been a little afraid to try it. And I never have it in the house, so I can’t do it on a whim, which is how I have historically made pie (but not now, rest assured). I bought a little box a couple weeks ago, but I’ve been dragging my feet. Today is the day. Wish me luck!