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I’ve been sick, and then I was traveling AND sick, and now I’m mostly better but only just, so I figured I would get back to it with something less strenuous.

When I was a kid, I always had to wash my hands before coming to the table.  Now, I was a kid, and I played in the dirt and didn’t always clean my hands after that, and kids find all sorts of ways to get germs onto their hands, so washing your hands before you eat was a Very Good Thing for my parents to make me do.

When I cook, especially when sick or handling raw meat, I wash my hands a lot.  Not as much as maybe I might, but I’m pretty good about it.

But when I’m not cooking, more often than not, I don’t wash my hands before I eat.  And when was the last time you saw an adult wash their hands right before a meal when they weren’t cooking or doing something else dirty immediately before?  When I play in the dirt as an adult, I wash my hands right after.  But I touch door knobs, elevator buttons, computers, and all sorts of other things before I eat.

I’m not suggesting that everyone perfect the art of washing one’s hands in a public bathroom and then touching nothing afterward (through clever paper towel usage), I’m not suggesting that we all carry around Purell 24/7…  But recently getting sick, I’m reminded of the silly little things we do to avoid getting sick, and washing one’s hands is one of the good things to do that doesn’t really have much cost in our society.  I think that washing our hands after going to the bathroom AND washing our hands before we eat (at least most of the time) isn’t too much to ask.  Besides, my mom told me to.

Additionally, if you like geeky British people being funny, you might want to watch Kamikazi Cookery, in which three blokes cook food.  Some funnier than others, I liked Normal Person vs. Gordon Ramsay (Mom, they swear in the video.  Gordon Ramsay swears a lot.  It’s somewhat of a joke.) and Normal Person vs. Jamie Oliver.  The blog also includes such things as what a Time Lord would eat at a pizza party.  If that’s your kind of thing (and Dad, I know it’s not yours) check it out!


I read a bunch of food blogs.  When Food Gawker featured this Applesauce Bread, my boyfriend wanted it.  I made it.  It didn’t seem spectacular– no fireworks or anything.  But as it sat in the kitchen, it got munched on, and munched on, and by the time we were clearing up the kitchen to go to sleep, there was only a slice left.

I made it again.  This time, however, I was distracted, and I ignored the timer going, because I had set it a bit early, and I would just get it after chopping the onion…..  Fifteen or twenty minutes later, I swore, grabbed a potholder, and rushed the quick bread out of the oven and out of its pan.  I was convinced it would be dry and horrible– but it wasn’t.  The applesauce kept it moist inside, and the extra time gave the outside a bit more… crustiness.  It has now been requested that I overcook it all the time.  Only, now I’m out of applesauce!  I’m still not exactly sure why it’s so good, but it still disappears remarkably fast.

Recipe from Back to the Cutting Board’s Family, with only one real change by me.

ingredients:

  • 1/2 cup (1 stick) butter or margarine  (I, of course, used margarine)
  • 1 cup of sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 3/4 cups of flour (I used about half whole wheat flour.  It wasn’t noticeable by taste or texture, and makes it slightly better for you.  Slightly.)
  • 1 tsp. salt
  • 1 tsp. baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp. baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp. cinnamon
  • 1/2 tsp. nutmeg
  • 1 cup sweetened applesauce

preparation:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees (F).  Grease a 9×6×3-inch loaf pan.

In a large bowl gradually add sugar into butter, cream until light.  Add eggs and beat until light and fluffy.  (Honestly, did this by hand.  It’s probably better with a mixer.  Oh well.)

In a separate bowl combine all the dry ingredients.

Combine half the dry mixture with the butter mixture.  Then add in 1/2  cup of applesauce and combine.  Repeat with remaining dry mixture and 1/2 cup of applesauce, mixing after each.

Pour into pan.  Bake for about 1 hour. (Or a little more if you want it crispier.)  It’ll be a nice golden brown and a toothpick will come out clean.  Cool 10 minutes and remove from pan.

I’ll probably also try her Glazed Lemon Cakes when I remember to buy a lemon!


So, my little GoogleMap of many of my favorite places is resisting being an actual map on the side there.  I’m kind of assuming that WordPress is objecting somehow, and so I haven’t tried very hard either.  In any case, I wanted to talk about some of my favorite Boston-area establishments before I forgot them or they went out of business.

Barbeque.

There are only two choices.  Those choices are Blue Ribbon and Redbones.  The choice isn’t the easiest.  We went out to both quite a bit over the summer.  My conclusion?  Blue Ribbon has better, more “authentic” meat.  The pulled pork is good Carolina Style.  (And I don’t even like Carolina bbq sauce.).  But the sides aren’t quite as good as at Redbones.  Still, the point of BBQ is usually the meat, so if you were doing take out, I would probably usually go with Blue Ribbon.

But if you’re going out, Redbones has a significantly better atmosphere.  The bar is….  barlike.  And my favorite part about Redbones?  There’s a counter looking into the kitchen.  Not only do you usually get some sort of complimentary appetizer, but you get to watch this kitchen at work.  These guys are hardcore.  Think “lifting logs with kitchen tongs”.  And while the meat isn’t quite as good as Blue Ribbon, it’s still really good.

Cafe

Darwin’s Ltd.  was closest, and decent.  Good sandwiches, and reasonable coffee and tea.  But there was really only room for one in my heart, and that was Petsi Pies.  You see, when I was living in Northampton, I fell deeply in love with Rao’s Coffee, badly enough that I really don’t like most other coffee anymore.  My boyfriend–before he was my boyfriend– drove from Boston to the Valley fueled mainly by a Rao’s craving.  So when we saw someone outside our building with a Rao’s cup, we just about pounced.  We could have our precious espresso again?

But it got better.  Not only was there the delicious coffee, but there were amazing baked goods.  I don’t usually love scones, and I loved these.  Biscuits, brioche, muffins, pie….  So yummy!!  The breakfast sandwiches at the Cambridge location are wonderful as well.  I nearly cried when we left Petsi’s on moving day. It’s more than a little pathetic, but it’s still true.


My senior year of high school was a roller coaster, as most of my friends from the time know. But as I graduated in the spring of 2004, things were mostly getting better. I remember watching the Democratic National Convention that summer with my closest friends. I liked John Kerry more because he wasn’t Bush than because of who he was. My best friend, however, significantly more involved than I was at the time, was excited about the Keynote from an up and coming potential senator with a funny name I couldn’t remember at the time. The only speech from that Convention I remember nowadays is that of Barack Obama. That one speech changed me from a person who was disconnected from politics to someone who wanted to understand, even if I didn’t understand yet.

I then was implanted into Smith. As I struggled to find a place my first semester, I found myself in a crowded tv room in a house full of passionate women who hoped to see the end of a Bush presidency. And slowly, as it looked less and less likely, people slipped out. The next day, I skipped a class for the first time and instead watched Kerry’s concession speech. I crossed campus to hand in my homework with a truly maudlin expression of my sadness– I had painted a tear on my face with eyeliner. I was not alone in my despondency, the entire campus felt defeated, deflated.

Then I remembered Obama’s keynote. I realized I wasn’t mourning John Kerry. I was mourning the fact that as much as many didn’t like George W. Bush, as much as people would have liked a different direction, we hadn’t been able to sell it. That we had a choice. We could settle into despondency, and we would never change– or we could work harder.

I had laid in a supply of sidewalk chalk, one of two methods of communication on campus (The other?  The Daily Jolt.). I waited until dusk, and went around campus. “Midterms are in two years–  We start working now”, in front of the library.  But what really got me through was chalked outside of Chapin House–  “Hope — Hope in the face of difficulty. Hope in the face of uncertainty. The audacity of hope!” It was from Obama’s Democratic National Convention Keynote.  It was what I had to give.

I do not have an inspirational story about celebrating last night. I envy my friends who were surrounded by crowds on Pennsylvania Ave and Grant Park. I envy my friends who rushed out of dorms to celebrate with their school. I was in bed with my laptop, refreshing any number of news sites. You see, most of the day yesterday, I spent in front of an elementary school just outside of Richmond, Virginia. My boyfriend was part of the Protect the Vote campaign, and I was doing whatever needed doing- grabbing coffee, handing out sample ballots, whatever. There was up to an hour wait in the morning, but it was clear for the rest of the day.

There were only two incidents all day at the polling place– An inside poll worker received a complaint about the sample ballots– Now, “sample ballot” is a misnomer. The Democratic one listed all of the races and candidates on one side, with the Democrats bolded and first. On the other side was information on voting rights in Virginia. The Republicans listed only the Republican Candidates. Both were totally legal, and it was resolved quickly. Another woman complained to both sides as she went in that we should have to be farther away, and that she was going to change things. Both sides rolled our eyes.

My favorite was a man who showed up with his two children.  As he walked up, I thought to myself that he looked like a Republican– in fact, he looked an awful lot like Joe the Plumber.  But when the Republicans thought the same thing and approached him with their sample ballot… well, he did have some opinions.  He wasn’t sure how well Obama would lead, how effective an executive he would be…  But, as he explained to his children, as he squatted down and tried to explain voting to them, the country hadn’t been doing too well, and Obama wanted things to be different.  Things weren’t going to be perfect with Obama–but they would be better.  I had forgotten the basic premise–  that there is no red America and blue America– there is only the United States of America.

But there was rain. Lots of rain. Lots of being cold and wet. And so, when I got home, I didn’t want to go out again.  Sitting a home, warm and dry, we watched election coverage. When they had called Pennsylvania and Ohio, I knew it was good, I knew it was almost in the bag. But at 11? I finally was able to let myself believe. Finally. After years of wanting to, but not wanting to be hurt. After years of dreaming, but not wanting to hope out loud. Four years ago I dreamed of an Edwards/Obama ticket, someday. Today, I am often tearing up. Barack Obama will not make every choice the way I would hope he would. Already he has not. But today I have something to work towards. There are fights it looks like we did not win. But I not only believe that we can make progress, I believe that I can be a part of that progress.

Smith College is a very safe place for many people. Smith gave me a place to heal, and to grow. For four years, I did not have to fight everyone around me for the chance to be myself.  I did not have to be an activist.  I was safe inside “The Bubble.” I’m ready to get to work, now that I’m out.

The audacity of hope.

As President Bartlet always used to ask– What’s next?


Rice

06Nov08

I’ve never had a problem with rice.  I have two things going for me– I basically follow the directions, and I have easy to control stovetops.  Key things to mention— Wash jasmine rice.  Yes, most colanders will lose some rice in the process– you can do it over a pot or bowl to minimize loss– but it’s important for yummy rice.  If you’ve got Basmati rice, wash it and then soak it for a good half hour.

I don’t ever bother putting butter or oil in it when first cooking it, although I do sometimes afterwards.  Other than that, I just follow the instructions on the package.  Usually these involve “put rice and water into pot, boil, as soon as it’s boiling, turn down to very low, cover, let sit for about 15 minutes, turn heat off”.

This past summer, we had use of a very tempremental gas stove.  I’m not used to gas, at all.  I couldn’t keep a burner on “low” for the life of me.  It was either too hot or it went out altogether.  I didn’t really make rice this past summer, but I imagine my inability to keep it on “low” would present a problem.  A friend recently noted having problems making rice on her gas stove, and I wonder if it’s for this very reason.  In any case, I offer her (and you) a potential solution, from How To Eat Supper

Cook rice like pasta.  Lightly salt the water, boil about a cup of rice for about 10 minutes (it’ll still be undercooked), drain it in a sieve, and then put it back in the pot, covered.  After 5-10 minutes, fluff it and serve it.

I’ve got a backlog, and I’ve finally got some sleep since Election Day.  Hopefully I’ll get some other stuff up soon.


Pecan Pie is one of those friendly foods that doesn’t usually have milk anywhere other than the crust (and even then, you can avoid it).  And since the chocolate is bittersweet, as long as you buy good chocolate, you’re good there too.

The first time I made this, I used juuust enough chocolate to cover the bottom of the pie.  This time I upped that…  Now, it was chocolaty-er.  On the other hand, it was also harder to cut after it had cooled.  It wasn’t impossible to cut, and if it were for some sort of holiday, it wouldn’t be around long enough to fully cool….  But keep that in mind if you want to tweak the amount of chocolate.  At some point I want to try toasting the pecans in bourbon first.

From Gourmet November 2007: (with my commentary and additions)

ingredients:

1 (3 1/2- to 4-ounces) fine-quality 60%- to 70%-cacao bittersweet chocolate bar, finely chopped
Pie Crust  (Whole Wheat is okay here… I suppose.  I’m still somewhat skeptical.)
2 cups pecan halves (7 ounces), toasted and cooled
3 large eggs
1/3 cup packed light brown sugar
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1/4 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup dark corn syrup (I used light.)

preparation:

Preheat oven to 375°F with rack in middle.

Melt chocolate in a metal bowl set over barely simmering water, stirring. Remove from heat.   Or microwave it– 30 seconds, stir, repeat until spreadable.

Do whatever it is you do with pie crust.  Make it, pull it out of the freezer….  make someone else make it for you and ship it to you from Chicago….  It’s all good.

Spread chocolate in bottom of pie shell with back of spoon and let it set, then cover with pecans. (What is this “back of a spoon” stuff?  I used a heat resistant spatula, like I do for most things.  I do most things with that or my tongs.)

Whisk together eggs, brown sugar, vanilla, and salt in a bowl, then whisk in corn syrup and pour over pecans.

Bake pie until filling is puffed and crust is golden, 50 to 60 minutes. (If pie is browning too fast after 30 minutes, loosely cover with foil.) Cool pie on a rack to warm or room temperature.

current music: nickel creek- this side


First off, there’s a new “page” up near the top about why I cook. It’s a sort of rambling essay.  It will probably get rewritten a few times.  If you’re curious about how I grew up eating, when I started reading and writing about food, or which cookbooks/chefs I hold in highest regard, you will find it interesting.  Otherwise, you will not.

Secondly, I finally saw No Reservations. No, not anything having to do with Anthony Bourdain.  If it was, I would have seen it earlier, since I went through that Bourdain obsession over the summer.  I mean, I’ve read the book, the short stories, read his blog, watch the show whenever I remember it’s on, and even saw (and, shockingly, enjoyed) every episode of the short lived Kitchen Confidential based very loosely on Bourdain’s life.

No Reservations is a romantic comedy with Catherine Zeta-Jones and Aaron Eckhart.  There’s a lot of food tangentially involved, I guess, but Ratatouille probably has more foodie content, to be honest.  Workaholic no-time-for-love female chef’s sister dies, leaving the daughter to her.  She returns to work to find she has a new sous-chef who does have time for love.  It was pretty much exactly what I expected–  a movie I watched, having checked it out from the library, while wearing headphones.  Just take note– there’s not even a hint of Anthony Bourdain anywhere in it.  (not that there was much Bourdain in Kitchen Confidential…)

Next up on “things I have found at the library recently” is The Splendid Table’s How To Eat Supper from Lynne Rosetto Kasper & Sally Swift. The Splendid Table is a segment often found on public radio.  My boyfriend loves radio, and so the invention of the podcast made him a very happy boy.  There are a few bits of media we disagree on–  I like Fringe, and the occasional romantic comedy– He likes The Skeptics’ Guide to the Universe, which I can’t stand because of one of their regular panelists (and not even for particularly good reason).  But Splendid Table is something we listen to together, and affects how we cook, and how we think about food.  Over the summer, I wanted to look at the new cookbook, but based on how much we were moving (I will never own THINGS again!), it never happened.  Well, I’m very happy with the Arlington Library system (And I’m a serious library snob. I grew up having access to both public libraries and university libraries, and working for a college library within a consortium makes you even worse… or better).

I seem to have wandered.  But this cookbook is an experience, a journey.  It’s not Joy of Cooking–  I use Joy when I just can’t pick between 15 different recipes for peanut butter cookies.  I use Joy when I just need a popover recipe to work.  But I can’t read Joy the whole way through.  I made it farther the last time I tried to read the dictionary (I think I was eight).

This is the cookbook version of a novel.  It starts “When we declare How to Eat Supper, we intend two things.  Of course we will provide recipes and cooking techniques that we hope will make the process more enjoyable.  But this book is also a look at the world that surrounds the food that shows up on our plates.”

They discuss everything they discuss on the show-  which basic pieces to get in the kitchen, and how to determine which to spend money on (what ends up in your sink most often), and then they go into recipes.  They’ve got your basic categories-  salads, soups, pasta, main dishes, vegetable main events, sweets, etc….  but there’s so much more sandwiched inside each.  There’s a discussion of salad greens, how to buy olive oil, what to do with stale bread, suggestions for recipe variations, vignettes.  There are often excerpts from other books, under the heading “Building the Library”– they understand this is not the only cookbook, and give you other things to look at. There are delicious quotes.

They’re reasonable.  They understand that most people are not going to make their own stock, so they suggest which store stocks are preferred, and offer a recipe to enhance store bought stock quickly and easily.  I do not have a stock pot (yet), and stock is not on the top of my list of things to make… But I don’t have a problem adding some veggies and seasoning to a stock that will be a headliner.  They suggest people buy organic things, local things, grass fed/free range/vegetarian/etc animal products whenever possible— but they also note when you get the largest benefit for these things, understanding that not everyone can afford to only shop organic.

I am not done with it.  But that’s because I refuse to skim.  I’m not reading every step of every recipe (this time), but I’m also not just looking at pictures.  I can’t read through Joy of Cooking.  I am savoring reading through this.  You don’t have to, of course.  You would do just as well to open any page of this book and start there.

Most disasterously, I might have to buy it.  You have to understand how menacing a hardcover book looks right now.  Library books are fine.  Magazines can be scanned and processed, allowing me to search the text.  Lots of other things can be read online for free, or put on the Kindle.  But if you buy a book, and grow attached to it, you then have to carry it, and display it, and dust it.  When I am reasonably settled, the books will come out of hiding, but I’m not settled, and haven’t been for the last four years, and the thought of more books……  This book might be worth that.

Finally, assuming you’re an American citizen capable of doing so:  Vote. Vote early if you can– people have already had 4-5 hour waits to early vote in Florida, imagine what election day is going to be like.  Help other people get to the polls.  If you see a problem, like an individual who seems confused and needs help, most polling places will have party representatives who may have more information than the poll workers.  Especially in swing states, both parties are training people to make sure voting happens smoothly, and that problems are resolved so as many people as possible can vote– if you or someone else near you has a problem, try to find one of these people.  If you need help with any part of this, ask.  This is way too important.


Stuffed Peppers appear to be becoming a staple. They have all of the strengths I look for-  they don’t require side dishes, they don’t require a whole lot of work, they’re very versatile, and they reheat really well.  Oh, and they taste yummy.

What I used this time:

  • A cup and a half of Basmati Rice
  • Three red peppers (the filling would have gone for another couple peppers if the pan had had more room)
  • Two Andouille Sausages
  • Half a block extra-firm tofu (optional)
  • One Diced Onion
  • One Clove Garlic
  • One Cup frozen Artichoke Hearts
  • Tablespoon Paprika
  • teaspoon Cumin
  • One Can Whole Peeled Tomatoes
  • A splash of Chicken Broth

Oven at 400.

Put the rice on to cook, following whatever directions on the package.  If it’s Basmati, do remember to wash/soak it.  If it’s jasmine, just wash it.

Take the sausage out of its casing, and cook it on medium heat.  Dice the tofu and add that, it’ll absorb some of the oil and flavor and taste good without adding more fat.  Dice the veggies (except for the tomatoes) and add them.  I then crushed and added about half of the tomatoes— in the future I might just do them all– in any case, reserve the liquid. Add the rice when it’s ready.  Add the paprika and cumin, and then salt and pepper to taste.

Wash the peppers well.  Slice the top of the pepper off, remove the seed bits.  Stuff them with rice.  Put them in whatever you’ve got handy– We have a loaf pan, but you could also do this on the stovetop.  Add the tomato liquid on the side, add however much extra rice mixture you feel like fitting, and add the chicken stock until it looks full, but not about to bubble over.

Put in the oven for at least a half an hour (but probably longer), depending on how soft you like your peppers.  If it looks like it’s starting to dry out, you can put some foil on top.

TaDa!  Next time I make them I might try something Middle Eastern-  we have a bunch of tabbouleh in the fridge, and seasoned ground beef might be just the thing with some chickpeas.


Weeknight Soup

21Oct08

The weather is getting colder, and soup and stew is on the menu again.  If you’re organized, you can make stew well ahead of time and put it in the crock pot.  But you’ll still have times when you get home from work, and realize there is nothing to eat.  And you want soup, and not that canned junk.

This is the soup for that moment.  You’ve seen it before-  It’s All Over- just for where I’ve seen it online in the past month.  But it’s so much more versatile.



Necessary:

  • Meat-  Sausage is easiest, try Italian, or a mix of Italian and Chorizo for some spice.  Pancetta, prosciutto, or bacon work as well.  Shred anything you already have cooked, like leftover roast chicken.  I’ve done it without any of them when making it for vegetarians, but it does add a lot of flavor.  I use 2-4 sausages, but you only need about 2-6 oz of bacon to get the flavor!
  • Stock.  I go with reduced sodium chicken stock.  Unless I’m doing vegetarian, at which point sometimes I just go with water and cook it longer.  I use about half a box of stock, but I would probably use a full box if I had a bigger pot.
  • Tomatoes.  I wouldn’t go with anything fresh here.  A can of diced is fine, but I usually go with whole and dice them myself.  I use a full 28 oz can.
  • Garlic.  Basil.  Although if you go with one of the cans of tomatoes with these in it, I suppose you can skip this step.  I wouldn’t.  But you could.  One or two cloves of garlic, at least a teaspoon of basil.  But I just shake.
  • Something Green.  Kale, escarole, spinach, whatever’s good at the farmer’s market…  We just use the baby spinach that’s just about to go bad when we don’t feel like having a salad.  It’s a sad way to use the baby spinach, but at least it’s getting used.  It wilts down quite a bit, so a couple cups doesn’t go very far.  Break it down into managable chunks, but again, it’s going to wilt.  I don’t bother cutting or ripping the baby spinach, if that helps.

Optional:

  • Pasta.  Something small.  The last time I was at the store, I found that Barilla is now making smaller versions of all sorts of shapes.
  • Carrots.  Two or three.
  • Onions.  One small to medium onion.
  • Celery, I suppose, although I don’t like it.
  • Mushrooms (good to add if you’re not going to add the meat!)
  • Bell Peppers (we keep a Trader Joe’s Jar of Roasted Red Peppers in the fridge)– maybe one pepper, if using raw?  If you use canned, consider rinsing some of the oil off.  I forgot to.
  • Beans-  Cannellini Beans are good.  You can smoosh them, leave them whole, or a mixture.  One or two cans.  You could soak your own, but then it would be weekend soup.
  • Parmesan.  I can’t eat it, but it’s still good.  It’s a great use for the rinds!
  • Toasted or stale bread— it’s even better if you rub garlic on it.
  • Other spices.  Bay leaf, oregano, crushed red pepper, etc.

Putting it together:

  • Take sausage out of its casing, slice bacon– make your meat of choice small.  Cook it through on medium heat– about 5 minutes, although possibly less for the bacon-like substances.  Drain excess grease.
  • Add onions, garlic, carrots, celery, peppers, mushrooms.  Saute until onions are translucent, or 5-ish minutes.
  • Add the tomatos, and spices or herbs you haven’t yet added, beans, parmesan, and the stock.  Double check what your stock says before you add salt (adding normal sodium stock and salt is an easy way to oversalt).  Let simmer.
  • Start the pasta water if you’re going to add pasta.  If you’re going to eat it all at once, cook the pasta to a slightly crunchier al dente, and then cook it for a minute or two in the soup.  If you’re going to have leftovers, adding the pasta in will make it mooshy when you reheat it.
  • If you’re not going to add pasta, just let the soup simmer for at least 10 minutes.
  • Fish out the parmesan rinds and the bay leaves.  Add the greens, stir until wilted.
  • Toast the bread.
  • Serve with bread on top, and more parmesan.

Between the beans, bread, and pasta, I would only use two at a time.  One is fine.  Use whatever veggies you have and like.  Clean out your fridge.  The more stock you add, the more it’s a soup.  If you add less… it’s more of a stew.  Either is fine– I’ve been closer to stew, since I don’t have any large pots right now.


Having moved to Virginia, I’ve really moved for the first time-  I even have a Virgina license and everything.  I’m registered to vote.  And while I’m not really sure if I’m really a Virginian yet, it turns out I don’t actually have to worry about whether I think I am or not.

Appearing earlier today on MSNBC, McCain surrogate Nancy Pfotenhauer gave an interesting response to poll data showing that the campaign is trailing in Virginia: They’re actually winning in “Real Virginia,” which is the part of the state outside of Northern Virginia that is “more Southern in nature”   -TPM

My task was clear.  In order to become a “real American,” I had to make an apple pile.

My mother doesn’t like to bake– She will make a boxed cake for birthdays, but when it comes to measuring out ingredients, she just doesn’t care for it.  But she does make pie.  Almost always apple, but occasionally blueberry.  And while I’ve made lots of cookies, cakes, and other baked goods, pie was always my mother’s thing.  At college, pie was taken over by Em(and occasionally others), and so I still hadn’t really done much with it.  But I had half a peck of apples, and a whole wheat pie crust from Whole Foods…..

Sara Moulton’s Apple Pie with Walnut Streusel — somewhat edited

I ignored her crust instructions, because Em wasn’t there to yell at me.  Also, I figured I would perfect one aspect before I moved on.  Oh, and I’m not a huge crust enthusiast in the first place– most of the reason  I picked a streusel topping.

Before you turn on the oven:  Put foil on the bottom, underneath the heating element.  You’re also going to want to put the pie on a baking sheet, and line the sheet with foil or parchment.  If you’re worried about the bottom of your crust, you could just put the baking sheet on the rack below the pie.  Pies create juice, and they like to share it.  You might assume that you will be lucky, but it’s unlikely.

FOR TOPPING:

  • 4 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened  — I used margarine.
  • 4 tablespoons firmly packed brown sugar
  • 4 tablespoons all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 cup chopped walnuts

FOR FILLING:

  • 4 pounds mixed Granny Smith, Golden Delicious, and Empire apples (about 8 medium)– I used Macintoshes.  And I probably used 7.
  • 1/2 cup firmly packed brown sugar
  • 1/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
  • 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
  • 3/4 teaspoon cinnamon

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Make the topping: In a small bowl with your fingertips blend butter, brown sugar, and flour until smooth and blend in nuts. Chill topping, covered.

Make the filling: Peel and core apples. Cut apples into 1/2-inch wedges and in a bowl toss with remaining filling ingredients to coat.

Spoon filling into shell and fold pastry overhang over filling, leaving center uncovered. Bake pie in middle of oven for 1 hour (pie will not be completely cooked) and remove from oven.

Crumble topping over center of pie, breaking up any large chunks.  Bake pie in middle of oven 30 minutes more, or until crust is golden and filling is bubbling. Cool pie on a rack.