Archive for the 'Tarts and Pies' Category

Is it obscene?  Well, that really depends on where you stand in the battle of fat.  Are you afraid of a little cream, a little butter?  What about a little sugar then? In a pervious post I noted that, as a Crack Pie Round Two, I was going to dress the Crack Pie portion of [...]

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Crack Pie.

13Aug10

It hard to pin down, just exactly, what is so addictive about Crack Pie. The name, for one is particularly attractive in a bad kind of way—the way in which you feel like you’re doing something naughty ‘Oooo I’m doing Crack! Or at least, eating something called Crack…tee hee hee.’ It’s the square-bakers kind of [...]

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Rustic baking is the best.  It’s loose, it’s not exact, and it’s relaxing.  Now, loving baking, all baking is in some form, relaxing.  But it’s the degree of relaxation, the amount of effort, and the margin of error that affects the overall relaxation factor. And Rustic Baking is an extreme form of relaxing baking surpassed [...]

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There were two things about this tart that I immediately disliked when I read the recipe.  The first, and probably most important, is that I hate fruit.  Hate is, yes, a strong word that really should be reserved for enemies and evildoers, but I’ll just come out and repeat it.  I hate fruit.  For me, [...]

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Apple Cobbler.

19Apr10

To be brutally honest, cobblers are not the favorite child in the baked and topped fruit dessert family.  At least in my baked-topped fruit family.  Falling just short of a crisp, and maybe slightly above a Brown-Betty, the cobbler is truly the middle child.  More of a biscuit than a cake, but too soft and [...]

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In case you were under the impression that this was a health-conscious blog—for some reason that does not appeal to any sort of logic, at all—this may come as a bit of a surprise.  But when recipes are considered, when ideas are floated around, squeals of delight and giggles most commonly coincide with the recipes [...]

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I’m just going to come out an admit it.  Sometimes, just sometimes—which translates into almost all the times, without fail and in rain, sleet, and/or snow—I talk to my recipes.  It’s not strange, I promise.  It’s totally, completely, absolutely normal.  Right?  Right? So on these, rare, rare, occasions when I may let out a sigh [...]

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Some might say it’s a little bit ironic that the best Alsatian meal I had on a vacation that included a tour of the actual, physically real and totally European—complete with the Rhine and lot’s of very, very old buildings—was actually in New York City at the Café D’Alsace.  Yes, even though I may be [...]

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Francois Payard, I want to love you, I really do.  It’s me I’m sure, not you.  But for the second time in the row, it hasn’t worked out between us.  I know, I know.  It’s my fault—I’ve obviously been overworking or under working everything.  But it’s a trend, and it’s causing me a little distress. [...]

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Handpies.

05Jul09

If there were a most perfect food, it would be some form of finger food.  In all aspects, finger food is perfect.  While with silverware one avoids a little mess here like stained fingers and surprise stains found later long after that laundry detergent or aggressive super bleach can do anything about it, and maybe [...]