Welcome to Ambitious Kitchen.
I’m so delighted you are here. I feel like squealing like a small piggy. Is the fact that weird? Probably. But it’s just me, you’ll get utilized to it.
Hold on… I have to change my Pandora train station.
…Okay, Louie Armstrong was playing. Who put that on? I create to Adele and Florence and the device, not really Louie Armstrong with his giant saxophone. It’s recognized, Pandora’s gone crazy.
But apparently I’ve gone crazy too. Crazy in thoughts. Overwhelming myself using what I want to accomplish. Putting to accomplish lists almost everywhere. Throwing clothes around my room. Missing shows of Project Runway. You understand the big stuff in life.
But really I had been thinking about how short life is. Each section ends as soon as it starts. I literally blinked my eye and college flew by. That occurs to everyone though right?
You get dropped off on campus from your parents then… you cry, you party, you rest in, you get an internship, you stability, you eat a lot of ramen, you get 10 pounds, you learn right from wrong, you balance again, you struggle, your home is, you laugh, you discover like, you meet heartbreak, you find meaning, you find your best close friends, pigs feet calories you find you.
I swear that occurs in a moment. A small little flash that’s taken for granted more often than not. I thought about how I don’t want to consider anything for granted. Ever.
I used to hesitate of pies. Most likely because I couldn’t have one slice. Pie was an foe. The best tasting, most wonderful soul soothing foe.
I actually used to scream Screw you pie. Screw you for making me eat 3 pieces!” I would usually take it back. I really like pie. And I always will.
Making homemade pie crust is sort of an art. A scary artwork which will piss you off and haunt your dreams. Simply kidding, it’s simply something you learn as you proceed. Kinda like existence, you find out as you move.
So don’t buy the Pillsbury boring crust from your store. For heaven’s sake do not purchase it. I’m begging you.
1 tablespoon granulated sugar
3/4 teaspoon salt
2 sticks of cold, unsalted butter, cut into small pieces
1/2 teaspoon of refreshing lemon juice
5 tablespoons ice water
½ teaspoon of cinnamon
3 medium ripe peaches, sliced
¾ glass granulated sugar
To help make the crust: In a big mixing bowl stir collectively flour, sugars, and salt. Put in place food processor or pastry blender and add the butter. Pulse many times until little peas type. Add lemon juice. Next add 2 tablespoons of snow water to start out. Work dough so that it forms a mass. Add staying ice water if necessary. You don’t wish the dough as well sticky, but in a big ball.
Coat the hands in flour and split the dough into two rounded balls. Cover in plastic cover and put in the fridge for approximately 30 minutes.
In another mixing dish, stir jointly blueberries, cherries, peaches, sugar, lemon juice, vanilla, and flour until well mixed.
Preheat oven to 400 levels F.
After thirty minutes, remove one dough ball from fridge and move out using a flour coated moving pin. You will need to work at this. You desire the dough very thin and toned. Next thoroughly place the rolled away dough right into a 9 in . pie pan. Fill with your fruits mixture. Consider your remaining dough ball from the fridge and move out. Cut out roughly 10, 1-in . thick whitening strips. Weave over fruit mixture, then trim off sides and make your pie crust quite, if desired.
You can brush edges with melted butter or egg wash and sprinkle with sugar.
Take foil and wrap around the sides of the pie crust thus they don’t burn off. Bake for thirty minutes. Remove foil and bake for yet another 30-40 mins or until crust is definitely golden dark brown to liking. Great on a cable rack.
Thanks for visiting the blogging world and all that jazz!
We’d want to welcome you to your table too!
Chris Ann & Kristin
I can totally relate! Many, many times have got I muttered under my breath, ‘darn you! Darn you, you fabulously delicious pie! Why should you be so incredibly delicious and lip smackingly yummy within your fruity goodness??’
My husband talks about me funny after i yell at the pie, but that’s simply the kind of relationship that pie and I’ve. ; )
The pies look absolutely delicious!
Does this mean that you expect ME to make it, or can be this just your way of telling me everything you are investing in one that you are bringing me? hee hee hee