So there’s this insignificant sporting event happening on the other side of the globe. no one really cares much. if you wanted to show a little enthusiasm, as I did upon our fair country’s first appearance at this joust, you could prepare something like this.
This is a pie. This is not just any pie. This is my mother’s pie. Pie that warrants canceling of previous plans. Pie that warrants wine bottled the year I was born. My mother can make a pie.
The recipe comes from my Uncle Bob. Everybody has an Uncle Bob. Cigar-smoking, wise-cracking, complains-if-there aren’t-enough-raspberries-in-the-fruit-salad Bob.
Bob once shot a bottle rocket though the open front windows of a cop cruiser one 4th of July, as the cop was driving it down the street. If that ain’t American enough to vouch for this pie, well I don’t know what is.
Bob’s Apple Pie (courtesy of Bell’s Orchards)
(for a 10″ pie)
- 2/3 cup organic shortening
- 2 c. flour
- 1 t. salt
- 4 to 5 tablespoons ice water
Mix salt with flour, then cut in shortening until all flour is incorporated and particles are about the size of peas. Sprinkle one tablespoon of water at a time over mixture and toss with a fork until moistened and pastry almost cleans the sides of the bowl. Gather into a ball and shape into a flattened disk. Crust is better if you let it rest for a while before rolling out.
- 5 large tart apples
- 1/2 c. sugar
- 1 t. cinnamon
- 2/3 c. sugar
- 1 c. flour (scant)
- 1/2 c. butter (firm but not cold)
Heat oven to 400. Peel and slice apples, put into crust, and sprinkle with mixture of sugar and cinnamon.
Sift remaining sugar with flour, then cut in butter until crumbly.
Sprinkle over apples and bake for 40-50 minutes, until topping is slightly browned.
Mamala’s Notes: When I make this I use a 10″ glass pie pan, so if you’re using a smaller pan you’ll need to decrease the amounts accordingly. You will need change the amount of sugar and cinnamon because it will make the pie too sweet. If I can get them, I use Honeycrisps, otherwise you can use any firm, tart apple of your choice.
And, in typical fashion, I didn’t take a picture right out of the oven, but decided to wait until we cut in. And then, it was gone.
JUST LIKE ALGERIA WILL BE AFTER WE WIN. But no one really cares about that.