Life of Pie
My formative years were made up of blueberry pie. Each summer Mom would drag my sister and me to the blueberry farm where we’d sit on buckets and encourage plump, steel-blueberries from their perch. “Try not to get the stems,” Mom would instruct. “Or the green berries. Or the ones that have a hint of red—they’re too bitter. They’ll ruin the pie.” In between her cautionary tales, she’s slip into a quiet meditation, working methodically through the rows.
Dark Chocolate Ginger Cream Pie
Ginger is my mother. Growing up, none of my friend’s mothers had such an “exotic” name. I loved saying her name and to this day I still refer to her using her full name “Ginger Patrick–not mom. This is Ginger Patrick’s pie. A rich dark chocolate pie with just a subtle hint of ginger–not at all like Ginger Patrick.
Leaf Lard
Words and Arrangement by Ashley Bailey I know nothing about baking a pie, wearing an apron, or have the faintest clue what leaf lard is. I think it must be […]
