Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Cooking Laurie's Blackberry Pie

Laurie makes amazing pies, including this blackberry pie.

Crust
2 cups flour
2/3 cups of shortening (Laurie uses Crisco)
7 table spoons of cold water

Filling
4 cups of berries washed
3/4 - 1 cup of sugar, depending on sweetness of the berries
3 tablespoons of flour
couple of table spoons of lemon juice
butter

I am not a big fan of Crisco (or margarine). So while I follow Laurie's instructions for the filling faithfully, I improvise on the crust. It usually comes out fine (Nick being the judge), though it tastes very differently (understandably so) from Laurie's. Instead of Crisco, I use butter and substitute some vodka straight out of the freezer for some of the cold water. (The vodka idea came from this "foolproof" pie crust recipe from Cooks Illustrated.)

The butter is great for taste, and shortening is great for flakiness. To make up for the flakiness that my crust will lose due to my resistance to shortening, I try to leave the butter in relative large chunks while mixing the dough.

The alcohol from the vodka will evaporate during baking, and no aftertaste will remain. Yet using vodka gives me a slightly larger margin of error for adding too much liquid. (If you add too much water, the crust will be tough and soggy.)

  1. Cut the butter into 1/2 inch pieces and sprinkle them over the flour in a bowl. Work the butter into the flour until the butter pieces are about the size of beans. To accomplish this I use a pastry blender, but a fork and a knife will also work. You want to keep the butter as cold as possible. (Sometimes I even refrigerate the bowl before starting.) So resist the temptation to use your hands.
  2. The amount of liquid for the recipe is approximate. Add one table spoon at a time, gently working it into the dough. Switch to vodka after about 4 spoons of water. Stop adding the liquid as soon as the dough starts coming together. (You will certainly need to use your hands for to do this.)
  3. Form the dough into two balls, wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate while you are making the filling.
  4. In a bowl, gently toss berries with sugar (I have yet to add more than 3/4 cups), flour and lemon juice.
  5. Grab your favorite pie plate--a 9 inch Pyrex one works great for me.
  6. Remove one ball of dough from the refrigerator, and roll it out into a circle (12 inches in diameter according to most cook books) on a lightly floured surface. (Laurie uses a pastry cloth, while I roll it out directly on the kitchen counter.)
  7. Place the dough into the pie plate. The dough edges should be hanging a bit over the plate. Refrigerate while you work on the second half of the dough.
  8. Roll out the second ball of dough.
  9. Remove pie plate with the bottom crust from the refrigerator and pile the berry mixture into it.
  10. Dot a few pieces of butter here and there on top of the berry mixture. I generally use less than a table spoon total for this step. I do not know how much Laurie uses.
  11. Place the remaining rolled out dough on top of the berries, and seal the edges. Cut slits into the top crust to allow steam to escape during baking.
  12. Preheat the oven to 375F.
  13. Edges of the pie need to be covered at first to prevent them from overcooking. I have tried doing this with strips of foil, and what a pain that was. Finally, I discovered a much easier way to do it in the Better Homes and Gardens Cook Book. The book suggests to "fold a 12-inch square of foil into quarters; cut a 7-inch hole out of the center; unfold and loosely mold the foil ring over the pie's edges." (You do not need to measure the foil--just approximate.)
  14. If you pie is ready to go, but your oven is still heating up, put the pie into the refrigerator until the oven is ready.
  15. Bake for about 25 minutes. Remove the foil and bake for another 20-30 minutes, until the top is golden and the filling is boiling. The times here are very approximate and really depend on the oven. The filling sometimes escapes from the pie and into the oven, so you may want to put the pie plate onto a small cookie sheet in the oven.
We love to eat it warm with vanilla ice cream.

Excellent information on making pie crust:

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Gardening

Somehow this weekend turned out to be mainly about gardening. I do realize that it is August already. But you can think of it as a learning experience/testing the waters.

On Saturday I joined a few neighbors to plant some flowers in front of our building. We kept hoping that our landscaper would do it, but for various reasons that never happened. So we pitched in a few bucks, picked up some pretty flowers at Home Depot, and stuck them into dirt here and there.

Our building has a little courtyard in the back, with two areas of dirt (dirt mind you, not soil) where weeds and ivy have been growing wildly for as long as we have been living here.

Inspired by yesterday's gardening adventure, I cleared the ivy from about two square feet of dirty in the courtyard and planted a couple of herbs.

Honestly, I do not expect any harvest at this point. I mainly want to see if anything will grow at all. If it will, I just might try a real vegetable garden next spring.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

5K on One of the Boston Harbor Islands

Last Thursday, Bess and I ran the Camp Harbor View's 2nd Annual Harborthon 5k. It took place on Long Island--not THE Long Island in New York, but one of Boston Harbor Islands. Nick came along too, but he did not run.

We all took a refreshing ferry ride to the island, from where we had a beautiful view of Boston. The scenic course with views of the Boston skyline was rather hilly, not something I had expected, but enjoyable nevertheless.

A few yards before the Finish line.
Afterwards, we ate dinner watching the sun disappear behind the city.

Bess and I after the raceOn the way back our ferry stopped at Quincy before dropping us off at the Long Wharf. We just enjoyed sailing around the Boston Harbor enjoying all the lights a little longer.


The sun setting over Boston

Friday, July 23, 2010

Хрюкаем Вместе

A few nights ago, Nick was lying on his back trying to correctly pronounce the word хрю. (Хрю is the sound pigs make in Russian.) He was having a hard time combining a rolling "r" with a soft "yu" sound. To help him, I was trying to think of more words that include syllable "рю" in them.

Nick: hroo, roo, hruuuu, hroo
Helen: хрю, хххххррррррю, хрю
Nick: hroo, khrooo, kkkhhhhhrrrrru, roo, ru, r'u, r'yu...
Helen: Do you know what the word хрумкать means?
Nick: No. What? hru, hrrrru, hroooo, hrrr, rrrrrrr
Helen: To chew something such that you make a lot of noise doing it.
Nick: So to eat like a pig.
Helen: I guess.
Nick: hroo, roo, roo, rrrrrrrru, yu, yu
Helen: хрю, рю, рю
Nick: hrrrrrrrrrrrrroouu
Helen: Do you know what the work рюмка means?
Nick: Roomka? A little room? hroo, hru, hr'u
Helen: Good one, but no. It means a shot glass.
Nick: hru, hr'u, r'uuu, hryu

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Last Weekend With Eric

Last weekend we visited Eric. Together we ventured out into Manhattan, where our main objective was to "experience" the "Big Bambú" installation on the Roof Garden of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I am proud to say that we have achieved our goal and climbed along the walkways inside the bamboo. There is no proof of the all the effort we put into this in the 95+F degree heat, because we had to stow all of our loose belongings in lockers before we were allowed up into the bamboo.

After our walk down the High Line, Eric and Nick goofed off in response to my picture taking.

Below, you can see Eric and Nick admiring a seal at the Maritime Aquarium in Norwalk, where we spent our Sunday morning, and where the most advertised exhibit involved a family of meerkats...

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Fourth of July in Walla Walla, Washington

The last time I was in Walla Walla in the summer was six years ago, when Nick and I got married. Going back to Walla Walla for the Fourth of July this year was a long trip, but it was well worth the effort.

Instead of driving directly to Walla Walla, Laurie, Nick and I went on a little adventure first. Over the Snoqualmie Pass, through Vantage, and over the Columbia River we went towards a little town, called Othello, on our way to the Drumheller Channels.

Named after Nick’s great-great-great-uncle who owned the land, the Drumheller Channels are scab lands, cut by floods from the glacial lake, Lake Missoula, during the last ice age. “Potholes” of water still remain, deep and clear, between the rising ridges. This beautiful area, home to over 200 bird species, is a “natural national landmark” and is collocated with the Columbia National Wildlife Refuge.
Laurie knew exactly where to look for a Great Horned Owl, and we saw one! We also walked around a few “potholes” in hopes of seeing beavers, but none graced us with their presence.

We reached Walla Walla in the late afternoon and discovered the house porch already overflowing with fireworks. (It is a 4th of July family tradition to set off fireworks in the front yard.) As more people arrived later in the evening and the next morning, the number of fireworks only grew. The young and the young at heart grew restless, and the fireworks display started a day early, on Saturday night, to the great distress of Reggie the basset hound.

Kate, Nick and I kicked off the Independence Day festivities by going for a drive into the fields.

Nick and I love driving out to Nick’s grandparents farm via the Scenic Loop and stopping at the top.
From here you can see the town below on one side, and the foothills of the Blue Mountains on the other. You can touch the wheat. It is beautiful.

In the evening, we had a huge feast at the house. The abundance of burgers, hot dogs, condiments, salads and chips could only be surpassed by the abundance of cake and ice cream.

As darkness fell and eating slowed, people sat around watching the fireworks display on the lawn.
Before I knew it, the holiday was over, and I had to start my return journey, leaving Nick back in Walla Walla. Marit and Lexi graciously gave me a ride back to Seattle. (Thank you!) After stowing my luggage in a ZipCar (how convenient!), I spent several hours nostalgically wandering around downtown Seattle and Capitol Hill, before heading off to the airport for my red-eye flight back to Boston.