Wednesday, June 26, 2013

How I do it: Rhubarb Pie

Rhubarb Pie

Nothing says Midwest summer like a rhubarb pie. 

If I had to say I have one culinary skill it would be making pie, specifically rhubarb. I make other kinds but this is always my favorite. For many people who didn’t grow up with it, it is an acquired taste. Tart and maybe a little sour but if done right, just enough sweet to make it irresistible. Also, the crust is key. A hard chewy crust will ruin even the best tasting filling. I’ll share my secrets of making a light, fluffy, golden crust.

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I planted my own rhubarb this year but it hasn’t gotten established enough yet that I could use it for this pie. I found this perfect bunch at my local grocers. I like the really red kind but the thinner green type works just as well. I prefer the red because I find it a little sweeter and it makes a really pretty pink filling in the finished pie. The type I am growing is Chipman’s Canada Red. The stalks are deep red all the way through, it is sweeter and doesn’t bolt (or go to seed) as fast in hot weather.

Wash and dry your stalks. Cut off the woody and leafy ends. This is one of the things you don’t want to put in your compost pile because it has a chemical in the plant that will kill other plants and can even stop the microbial action in your compost.

 

 

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Chop up the rhubarb into one inch pieces. Really thick stalks should be split down the middle. Add flour, sugar, and salt per recipe and set aside. I do this before I start making my crust to give it time to macerate, or for the juices to come out and soften.

 

 

 

 

 

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I grew up learning to cook out of my Mother’s copy of this cookbook. She gave me this one when I got married almost 24 years ago. I have collected many other fancier and newer cookbooks over the years but this is my go-to source when I want good, simple, home-cooked food. (I use Joy of Cooking when I want to get fancy or try something new.) This also may be the only cookbook that has a recipe for plain rhubarb pie. I’ve seen recipes with strawberries, cream cheese, tapioca and other stuff but this one is simple: sugar, flour, rhubarb and butter.

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Now it is time to make your crust. I also use BHG for my crust recipe. It is simple for a double crust pie:

Crust Recipe:

2 cups all purpose flour

Pinch of salt

2/3 cups shortening or lard

6-7 T. cold water

I used real lard in this pie because I had some on hand from soap making. I used to only use Butter flavored Crisco. But in all honesty, I think I prefer lard. I have no idea what is really in Crisco and anything “butter flavored” is probably loaded with artificial crap. Unfortunately however, this made my pie off limits for my vegetarian friend to try a piece. To me homemade pie is a special treat, not something I make every day or even every week so I splurge and use real ingredients.

 

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Measure out  the flour, salt and lard into a large mixing bowl.

Here is one of my “secrets,” get yourself a “pastry cutter.” I used to have a red handled antique one just like my Mother’s but it got lost in one of our kitchen makeovers or moves. I was lost without it. Yes, you can use a fork to cut the lard into your flour but it just doesn’t work the same. Then one day the Pie Gods smiled down upon me and I saw this one on an end rack at Wal-Mart or Meijer.  This bad boy will combine your flour and lard into perfect little chunks and result in perfect flaky crusts. I promise.

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It should look like this when you are done cutting them together.

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My next secret is to use ice water for the next step. I fill a glass measure with ice and water and measure from there with my Tablespoon. The colder your ingredients the lighter your crust.

Measure the water one Tablespoon at a time and gradually add to the flour mixture. I sprinkle one spoon and then gently mix that section until it clumps together and then push it to the side of the bowl and add another and so on until the entire dough is just went enough to form a ball but not sticky.

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This is what it should look like at this point.

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Then I divide it in half and wrap each in plastic wrap in a ball shape. Be careful to not over-handle your dough or you will get a tough crust.  Put these into the fridge to chill for at least an hour. I also put my rolling pin in the fridge too. I recently found a marble pin at the resale shop for $3! I’ve been using my old wooden one for ages and it worked fine but the marble gets cold and is heavy so I don’t have to use as much muscle power to get a nice result. I’m also fortunate enough to have granite counters so I just roll my dough on them but I’ve also used my big wooden cutting board in the past. When I use my board I put a damp towel under it to keep it from sliding around when I’m rolling out my dough.

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Your filling should be looking like this by now. See how the salt and sugar have pulled out the juices of the rhubarb? But adding that little bit of flour has thickened it all up so you won’t get a runny pie.

Now it’s time to roll!

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More secret weapons. My aforementioned “new” marble rolling pin and my dough scraper. I don’t remember where I found this but I recently misplaced it and missed it terribly. I also use it when chopping vegetables for soup because I can scoop them up off the cutting board and dump them into the pot so easily.

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I apologize that somehow I missed taking photos of the actual rolling out of the dough. My daughter came in the kitchen and we started talking and I forgot until I got to this stage.)

Generously dust your surface with flour. A cold counter or board and a cold rolling pin will also help to avoid the dough from sticking. But if it does start to stick just dust with more flour. As I roll I will carefully flip and turn my crust to be sure it isn’t sticking to the counter and so that it stays fairly circular.

After rolling out your dough carefully fold it in half, using the dough scraper to lift it, then in half again and gently place it on your pie plate like this. This helps you center it and avoid ripping a hole when transferring it from counter to pan. Gently unfold it and let it settle into the bottom of the plate. Again avoid over handling it. If you do get a hole you can patch it by taking a small pie of dough and wetting the area around the hole and pressing the dough “patch” into place.

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Add your filling and dot with butter.

Trim away excess dough around the edge of the pie plate and patch any areas that ripped or didn’t get enough dough.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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(This is when having the daughter come in to watch came in handy. I couldn’t have gotten this picture with one hand!) After you roll out the second, top crust carefully roll it over your pin to move it to the pie. Then it just easily rolls right off and into place. It is really hard to pick up and reposition the top crust once it is put in place so this method helps you get it right the first time.  I also like my top crust to be quite generous in size so that I have lots of overhang to work with.

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Carefully trim off the top crust but leave enough so that you can tuck it under the edge of the bottom crust to get a good seal.

Then my favorite part of pie making; fluting the edges. I remember watching my Mom do this and thinking it was kind of magical. I even think there may be a “code” for pie crust edges. Fluted means it is a fruit pie, forked means it is a meat pie, or am I making that up?

The process of fluting isn’t easily described in words but I think my daughter did a pretty good job of capturing my method in this photo. Just gently press down with two fingers on the top and press between them with the thumb of your other hand along the edge. It makes a pretty edge and seals the edge against leaks.

 

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Melt a couple of tablespoons of butter and brush over the top of the crust, then sprinkle with sugar. You can use an egg wash if you prefer but I like the butter. I find egg wash can get too brown for my preferences. Plus BUTTER! I really like this little silicone basting brush. I used to have a traditional bristle pastry brush but it would get used for BBQ and then never be right again. This one can go into the dishwasher and comes out perfectly clean and sanitized. For some reason it has been dubbed the “butt tickler” but I assure you it has never been used for that purpose! It just looks like some kind of kinky sex toy and we are a bit twisted around here so there you go.

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Cut slits into the top of you pie to let the steam escape during baking. You can go as simple as this or get all fancy and use a small cookie cutter or write your name or whatever. “Roll it and pat it and mark it with a B” if that’s what you want!

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Almost ready for the oven! I also take strips of aluminum foil and cover the edges of the pie for the first 25 minutes of baking. This prevents the edges from getting too brown. I’ve seen actual metal pie guards sold for this purpose but I don’t need or have room for one more limited use gadget in my kitchen. I have to save room for my pastry cutter, dough scraper, marble rolling pin and mango slicer for heaven’s sake!

Into the oven at 375 for 25 minutes, remove foil and bake for another 25 minutes or until golden brown. Remove and cool on a rack or your kitchen window, just be careful that Eddie Haskell doesn’t come along and steal it! (I really am old aren’t I?)

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You should have a golden, flakey, delicious pie to satisfy your summer cravings and impress your friends. I made this for a little midsummer party we had on Sunday and I forgot to take any photos of a slice. So you’ll just have to take my word for it that it was a beautiful pink filling with just the right amount of tart and sweet.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Project Organization: Sewing Room & Closet Purge

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My creative space is finally cleaned out enough to be truly conducive to the creative process. Sarah and I spent a few days a couple of weeks ago emptying and purging two closets and making room for much of what used to be stored in here. I can find things again! I have room to breath and move around. It’s wonderful!

I didn’t take a before photo of the big closet but it is a thing of beauty now. Before I couldn’t even open the door all the way let alone actually walk into the walk in closet.

Organized chaos.  View as you walk into the closet

Floor to ceiling deep shelves.Yarn bins

I know having a huge closet like this is every crafter’s dream . Once it was empty my daughter walked in and noted that her bed could fit in there. I think I had a room that I rented in college one summer that was smaller than this closet. It even has a heat register so it is heated & cooled (better than her bedroom!)

So much stuff got tossed or donated to Goodwill or friends. I still have a small pile of stuff that was too good to give away but I haven’t had time to put on Craigslist or Ebay. It was so helpful to have Sarah’s assistance because she is brutal about getting rid of stuff. Plus some of the stuff in there was old pieces she made as a kid and I didn’t want to be the one to get rid of it. But she had no sentimentality over most of it and I was able to purge without guilt. The 4 black boxes on the shelves are filled with both girls’ school and art work that I couldn’t part with and wanted to save. Now it has a home and will be kept safe for the day I need to relive those years and share them with future generations.

Here are more views of the big room now with open space.

Fabric wall and cutting tableSewing corner and desk area.

Steve's corner.An empty shelf!

I read the book, The Happiness Project last fall and one thing she talks about is giving yourself the gift of an empty shelf and how that little thing can add to your happiness. I now have a couple almost empty shelves in my house and I can attest that it is a wonderful thing. They symbolize freedom, opportunity, space, possibility.

And my view to the front yard.

View to the front garden

I also love the change in viewpoint working in this room gives me. I can look down on my front garden and not see the weeds or plants that need moved or deadheaded. Instead I just see the verdant green this week or the colors of iris and peonies last week.

Today I’ve been given the gift of a rainy day off from work. I’m planning to use it to cut out a dress that has been waiting to be made for over a year. I’ve also found some old projects and supplies that I forgot I had and may be inspired to pull them out for some play time.

 

 

 

 

If you’d like to see how far I’ve come go here:

 

Where I Sew: Hoarder’s Edition

Progress Report

Progress Report 2

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Chicago Color Run 2013

My hands during the color toss after the race. Don't Postpone Joy.

Guess what? I did it. It happened. You might even say I’m a runner now. Steve and I ran in the Color Run last Sunday. We got out of bed at 5a.m. on a Sunday morning and went into the city to RUN! I know right? Hardly seems possible. But boy did we have a blast! Totally worth it. We didn’t run non-stop for the entire 5k but we did a pretty good show of it. If you are now familiar with the Color Run, it is mainly a fun-run type of thing with tons of people of all abilities and ages. It isn’t about running, it’s about having fun and getting a little messy.

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Not only did we participate in this but I trained before hand and have gotten to the point where I can run for over a mile without stopping or dying and if I pace myself I can do 2 miles on a good day. My goal is to hit the 3 mile/5k point by the end of the summer and run in a legitimate 5k. I’ve almost gotten to the point where I enjoy running. I can’t believe it. I never thought in my lifetime I would ever say those words. 

What I like is that I am only competing with myself. I’m run to see how far I can go without stopping and try to do better than I did the last time I went out. I’m not doing it to win a race or burn a certain number of calories. I’m doing it to prove to myself that I can. Steve and I went to the Dick Pond walk2run program this spring to get us started and I remember the first time we ran non-stop for more than 5 minutes and I was ecstatic! Then the next week it was 6 minutes and before I knew it we were doing 15 minute intervals with no problem.  Then one day I just went out and didn’t pay attention to what my running app said, I just ran until I couldn’t and when I got home I said, “Hey I think I just ran over a mile without stopping.” And sure enough when I checked the app I had run 1.5 miles. I am 46 years old and doing something physically that I could not do when I was 16 years old. How amazing is that?

*It only took 2 showers and one swim in the pool to get all the blue dye out of my armpits!

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Oh hey. Hi!

I’ve been kind of AWOL lately haven’t I? Sorry about that. Summer is just like that I guess. We’re a few days away from the Summer Solstice and it just seems like time is passing so fast and I’m trying to get the most out of it. We’ve had some what is to  me the perfect mid-summer weather and to others seems like summer hasn’t really arrived yet. I’m loving the mid-70 degrees temperatures, low humidity, and just enough rain so I don’t have to water the gardens everyday. Plus the perfect sleeping weather! God Bless.  I’ve been busy with friends and family, work and play. Just enough to keep life interesting and productive but not too much to feel stressed or over burdened. I’m just trying to take it all in and live it and love it. It’s the old KISS theory of life. Not the KISS Nation, “Beth I hear you calling” KISS but the Keep It Simple Stupid philosophy. I find I’m happier the simpler I keep things.

I do have one experience I wanted to share because it really touched me and made all that I’ve been through up to this point seem worth it. Last month I received a message via Facebook from a “girl” I grew up with and occasionally babysat for back home. As has happened over and over again, the internet is a magical place that brings people into or back into my life that I need and am so thankful for finding. (*I have her permission to share this exchange here on my blog.)

The message I received from this friend was, “Hello fabulous one... seriously I need some of what you are having.. you seem so happy and joyful all the time. What's your secret?  I know that sounds like a random question and I am stuck in the quagmire that is little kids who are crazy and require lots of stamina and constant attention (well almost constant anyway) but if you have wisdom you wish to impart, I'm open.”

Wow. Are you kidding me? Has all this stuff really been working? I know I feel different, but to have someone randomly notice and reach out was amazing. It also made me laugh out loud because if you’ve been around me and known me for the past however many years (46?) you’d find the above ridiculous. Me happy? Joyful? Fabulous? But after I got over my initial shock I realized she was right, I am happy and joyful and for once in my life it isn’t an act. It’s real and it’s fabulous.

This was my response to her: “That is so sweet! I don't know if I'd say I'm happy all the time but I do admit that I am much happier now than I used to be.

First off, I am very fortunate, I'm living a very comfortable life right now and am at a time where things are really good. My girls are teens/young adults and pretty much self sufficient most of the time. When I was where you are now it was very much a different story! My husband travels a lot for his job and I spent much of the last 20+ years single parenting during the week and when he was home he was busy working around the house and had a hard time reconnecting with the girls. We muddled through but it was very hard much of the time. I also built up a lot of resentment during those years that only recently have worked out and through.

My secrets if you'd call them that are simple I think. First of all, stay true to you and your values and what's important to you and your family. Ignore everyone else's bullshit. Easier said than done! We get so much pressure from other Mom's, media, church, family, friends, etc. to think and act certain ways and want different things. Try not to let it get to you and stay true to yourself. You know what is best for you and for your family. Period.

It's okay to let relationships that aren't working go. I had to make some changes in who I hung around with and who I listened to in order to believe in myself again. Negative people will bring you down. Judgmental people just want to feel better about themselves and their decisions. If you have someone in your life who is making you doubt yourself and feel shitty it's because they doubt themselves and probably feel shitty inside. You don't have time and energy to devote to someone else's problems.

One thing that has made a HUGE difference in my life recently is that I now take care of myself physically and spiritually. For me it has meant getting outside as many days a week as I can and taking a long walk. I also try to do yoga a few times a week. I've also cleaned up my diet a lot recently. I cut out all soda and drink only water, almond milk, tea or homemade juice (and alcohol moderately). I used to be a total diet Pepsi addict and I knew it wasn't doing me any good but until I cut it out completely I had no idea how negatively it was affecting me. I've also cut out fast food (so hard when you have young kids!) and as much processed food as I can. I'd rather eat a piece of homemade pie or a slice of fresh bread with real butter than a diet pop and a lean cuisine and I feel so much better with real food. I don't count calories or deprive myself of things, I just listen to my body and feed it whole, healthy stuff. I'm also a big proponent of juicing but I know it isn't or everybody but it works for me. When I'm drinking fresh homemade vegetable juices, it's like I'm on speed! LOL

Probably the two biggest (and hardest) lessons I learned are;
1) Ask for help when you need it. It doesn't mean you are weak or incapable, just that you know your limits. Going along with this is admit when you don't know how to do something. I've learned so much since I started asking and stopped pretending I knew it all and could do it all.
2) Live in gratitude and say thank you. I was having a really hard time in my marriage for a while and when I started looking for things to be grateful for in my husband's actions on a daily basis, things changed dramatically and we are happier than we've ever been. It's a great lesson to teach by example to your children at a young age too. My teenager thanks me for picking her up from school or taking her shopping or making her favorite meal!

I'm on the verge of this becoming either a lecture or the first chapter to a book so I'll stop now. But if I can help in any way or just be a sounding board let me know. I remember how tough those years are when you have two little ones needing so much from you all the time. Hang in there, it does get better! But enjoy it while it lasts because you will look back someday and wonder where it all went.”

Our conversation continued over the next few days and we shared more of our life experiences (much of it too personal to share here) and continued to connect.  The story she told me that almost brought  me to my knees was this:

“The most impactful thing you said, and honestly all of your words had an impact, was that you live with gratitude and thanks. After I read this the other day, no lie, my oldest daughter (who has a huge, strong personality like I do) was being disrespectful to me with her words and I decided to try something new and thank her for her words and feelings in a calm, truly genuine way. They weren't kind words at all but they were her words and I thanked her for sharing her feelings with me. Well, she was so surprised at my reaction or actually my lack of reaction, that she stopped and totally changed her tune. I have been trying this over and over the last few days and it is absolutely amazing how much things have changed. My husband is still skeptical but he'll come around. I am trying to let this attitude spill over in all aspects of my life. It's so amazing how just looking at something with different eyes can change the picture totally!”

Does that not give you goosebumps? It made me cry.

I walked around in a bit of a daze for a few days because I couldn’t believe that *I* had made a positive impact in someone’s life. I couldn’t fathom it. I tried not to let it go to my head. I wanted to write a post about it the very next day. But I decided I needed to sit on it for a while. I needed to keep it to myself and own it on a personal level. I didn’t want to “humble brag”. But then I thought about it some more and realized that what we shared and the advice I gave her was damn good advice and it was hard won experience that taught it to me. So if by sharing it with her I helped her maybe sharing it with a wider audience could help someone else. So there you have it.

This experience wasn’t a one way street either. I learned a valuable lesson too. I learned the value of sharing oneself openly and honestly and with a heart and mind full of love. I didn’t hold back and all that I put of myself out there was returned to me many times over. I’m really loving the “hippy-dippy-zen-bullshit” lifestyle. It suits me.