What better way to celebrate the official turn of the year than with a pie? With my lovely pal coming over to visit I was inspired to make an apple and damson pie to share with her.
Despite my bad timing meaning the pie ended up being to-go, we had a lovely morning and the pie has already had some attention. It is strange that I now seem to be obsessed with making pastry as it really wasn’ t that long ago that it was my arch nemesis. I decided that it wasn’t going to get the better of me and, as my dad suggested, simply put in a lot of practice.
Today’s pie is the first I’ve made that I’m really pleased with. The filling of apple and damson is tart and refreshing, just right for a blustery but still warm autumn day. And the colour…literally edible.
The steam rising from the filling wafted through the kitchen with a fragrance as fruity as it was flavourful (try saying that with no teeth in). I will admit to a couple of false starts with the pastry but the finished product seems unaffected.
And who was first to try my purple filled pie? A certain junior kindergartener requested ‘pie for lunch’ and who am I to refuse? So pie for lunch it was. Followed by a cheese sandwich. Followed by more pie. I think he likes it.
Who is the yummier, the pie or the boy? Okay, I know that answer to that question, but I am still pretty pleased with my pie. An autumnal achievement indeed.