I spy something red. and tart. something bearing a remarkable resemblance to celery but in fact could not be more opposite. Rhubarb is officially back at the markets.
The spring season is waning with a graceful finish; schools are letting out, sunscreen is being slathered, and sweet potatoes are too heavy to even contemplate putting in pie. Kitchens are no longer cozy during the sweltering summer months, but luckily for pie bakers the pies themselves are rather considerate. Summer pies are quick! They are generally baked for forty minutes or less until their tart, refreshing fruit is bubbling, and absolute perfection when paired with cool whipped cream. Which means the ovens don’t have to be on for quite as long. No more hour long bake times at high temperatures to make sure the pecans are perfect and the pumpkins are roasted. Instead we pluck berries from their respective bushes, toss in a few tablespoons of sugar, drizzle a few drops of lemon, and bake for a minimal amount of time until the crust is golden. Some pies don’t even require any oven time at all… what a gift to bakers everywhere!
Last week we started the season off right, with the very first strawberry rhubarb pie. There’s nothing that gets me in the mood for summer blockbuster bike riding and pie filled picnics faster than tart rhubarb and sweet strawberries! Here’s to summer…
Water has never really been my thing. I suppose I don’t mind looking at it, or sitting by it, but I definitely don’t enjoy getting in it. I don’t like the feeling of being wet, and having to wear a bathing suit is just the worst. Which is why winter water is so appealing. There is no pressure to submerge myself and have a good time. Instead I can put on extra layers to go visit winter water, and enjoy the quiet that comes with a place deserted.
A few days ago Mo and I went to Walden Pond, which turned into a lovely little daycation. I had baked a few teeny pies earlier in the week, with the express purpose to take pictures of them about town. We could not have anticipated how ready Walden Pond was to have teeny pies visit.
It was as though Thoreau had been waiting years and years to have a pie in his hands. He’s so contemplative about that little lattice pie, as only Thoreau can be. I imagine if he’d had the opportunity to eat a teeny pie while on his exodus away from society the title of his book may have varied ever so slightly. Walden Pie, perhaps.
We wandered around the chilly pond, greeting the few other people who seem to enjoy winter water as much as I do. There seems to be an unspoken code about greeting other nature walkers. I have never had the urge to greet people while waking around the city, aside from the occasional awkward half smile because I’ve stared at someone too long and been caught out. But there is something about being on a walk around a pond, or up a mountain, or in a forest that requires a change in social acknowledgement. Suddenly, we are interested in how other people’s walks are going, and amid the “hi, how are you’s” and the “how’s it going’s” we discovered just how perfectly teeny pies and nature get along.
It’s apparently a Walden Pond tradition to leave a rock near the site where Thoreau’s small hut was. Some people leave rocks they have picked up along the walk, and some people have rocks specially made for the trip. We left our own kind of tribute to the lovely literate, transcendentalist writer.
Thanksgiving has come and gone, and here is my holiday thankfulness.
Rhode Island and it’s proximity to Boston
The Gray Family: Mommom, Lore, Larry, Peter, Emily and Doogie
Peter and his unlimited talent in the following areas: Rhode Island entertainment, frequent wine top ups, an absolutely unmovable distaste for anything felted, an uncanny ability to introduce new television shows that I will love forever, an understanding that all brown signs are worth looking at, domino playing evasion, being a best friend to a couple of nuts.
Aamo and his unlimited talent in the following areas: pie fillings, cross-state driving/singing aloud/car dancing, pinched finger patience, domino playing, undeniable felting skills, bed making, a love for all things muppet.
Stuffing. Especially the kind that you make yourself.
Pie photos from far away friends.
The muppets and their new movie.
Gorgeous, albeit unseasonal, warm weather.
A holiday made for friends, food, and pie.