French Silk Pie

In high school, for one brief day, I fancied myself a pastry chef. There was no reason for me to believe this bold statement; this was four years before I discovered a passion for baking (and six years before I baked professionally). Even so, as a friend and I were sitting bored on the couch on a Saturday afternoon, I imagined inventing new recipes couldn't be that hard. Up until this point, my only experience with baking was with box mixes, but I didn't let this simple, though glaring, fact deter me.

Not when I was craving strawberry pie, anyway.

My friend and I set out to engineer our own strawberry pie from scratch. For the crust, we pulled out butter, flour, and sugar, wildly throwing amounts into a mixing bowl without regard to measurements (or consulting a real recipe). The dough was greasy and sticky but, with a little elbow grease and a lot of flour, we managed to roll it out into two round circles. It wasn't perfect, but it gave us the confidence we needed to move on to the next step. See? I told you this wouldn't be hard, I remarked to my friend.

We grabbed a package of frozen strawberries for the filling. I wondered how I could elevate the simple pie. Chocolate, I thought wistfully. Chocolate covered strawberries were delicious, so shouldn't they be delicious in a pie? I relayed this to my friend and she agreed. Though unusual, we had high hopes for our little pie. We filled the bottom crust with filling, but, as the juice from the thawing strawberries pooled in the bottom of the pie pan, we thought it may need something more. Would marshmallows soak up the juice? Maybe. We threw a few in for good measure and sealed the top crust with the remaining dough.

As it baked in the oven, the house began to swirl with wonderful scents of butter and strawberries affirming our sincere, but completely wrong belief that baking could be done without recipes or any honest knowledge of how ingredients interact to create sinful treats. The first warning sign came when the top crust held the unusual shape of the marshmallows that jutted out from beneath, leaving us to wonder if the marshmallows simply weren't melting. The second warning sign came when the top crust was completely browned only twenty minutes into the oven. Did pies bake in only twenty minutes?, we wondered. Maybe. We pulled the pie from the oven, let it cool for an agonizing length of time, and finally cut into our masterpiece.

The pie immediately sunk. Once the first piece was removed, the strawberry juice began to pool in the bottom of the pan. Our marshmallow trick hadn't worked, it seemed. We hesitantly took our first bites. Though the top crust was overdone, the bottom crust hadn't even begun to bake, leaving raw dough to form the base of the pie. The strawberries were good, but the chocolate flavor wasn't right and the hint of marshmallows was really too much. My friend managed two bites before tossing it out; I managed three.

It seems we weren't quite the pastry chefs we imagined. Despite this obvious setback, I have gotten much better at baking and inventing recipes since then, thank goodness. This French Silk Pie is a little dream, completely worth the effort of putting it together and waiting for it to emerge from the refrigerator in it's subtle, but charming glory.

French Silk Pie is a classic for good reason. A flaky pie crust is filled with a seemingly impossible smooth chocolate mousse and chilled until the mousse sets and the flavors develop. The chocolate mousse is just rich enough for this pie to taste sinful and chilled enough to make for a fitting summer dessert. Topped with whipped cream and chocolate curls, this is a pie to share with the boys (and girls) in your life.

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Peach & Blackberry Galette

If given the choice between cake and pie, undoubtedly I would choose cake. I come from a cake family, specifically chocolate cake, where frosting spatulas are licked clean and rarely a birthday passes without one gracing the table. I know cake well; we have become close friends over the years.

Pie, on the other hand, was not a large part of my childhood. Every Thanksgiving, my grandmother made it a point to place a chocolate pudding pie in front of my father and a pumpkin pie in front of my mother, but that was quite the extent of my family's involvement with pie. There were no pies enjoyed in the heat of summer or the chill of winter. Instead, the pies were replaced with other beloved desserts; there were puddings during the Fourth of July and cheesecakes during Christmas. Even so, the best part about food is that there is always time to make up for lost pie.

Galettes are a simpler, easier-to-assemble version of pie. Instead of using a pie pan, the pie crust is spread out on a baking sheet, the filling is poured in the middle, and the edges of the pie crust are folded up and in to hold in the sweet fruit. I love the rustic look and feel of a galette. It feels as old and loved as time, striking a sharp contrast against the perfectly assembled bakery pies. As it bakes, the fruit sings, staying within the bounds of the flaky pie crust, and releasing juices that thicken once the galette begins to cool. Served warm, room temperature, or cool, these galettes are just right.

Today, I choose pie.

This Peach & Blackberry Galette has a refreshingly bold flavor combination. Sweet, ripe peaches and tart, juicy blackberries are a match that deserves a second glance. The crust is an all shortening crust (perfect for vegans!) and bakes up into fantastic flaky, crusty layers. You can also use your tried and true pie crust recipe or buy a pre-made refrigerated version, but I found something special in this crust recipe and I hope you will too.

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Strawberry Cream Cheese Pop Tarts

Over the years, I've become a connoisseur of tinfoil wrapped pastries. I use the term pastries lightly; anything that comes packaged to last through Armageddon doesn't quite pass my personal criteria as a true pastry. However, as any red blooded American child could tell you, despite the fact that pop tarts have an expiration date that lasts into the next year, they are delicious. Sinfully.

Pop tarts, if you haven't had the privilege of enjoying one for yourself, are filled pastries drizzled with frosting and sprinkles that are served for breakfast.

Yes, breakfast. They have seven essential vitamins and minerals, after all.

As a child, I was torn between the chocolate fudge and s'mores flavors, constantly changing my opinion over which reigned supreme. Pop tarts were a rarity in my house, considered a "special treat" instead of standard fare. My mother would buy pop tarts for afternoon snacks (never breakfast) and we were allowed only one in each sitting. Since pop tarts come packaged in twos, this became a big deal.

Would the remaining pop tart be eaten before it went stale?

(If anyone can identify with the fear of ending up with a stale pop tart, it's Paula Poundstone).

When I stumbled across the Michael Pollan quote above, I've truly tried to take it to heart. While I don't always eat "healthy," I try to eat real. Real foods in real cooking and real baking, with no ingredients floating around that I can't pronounce. Though this Strawberry Cream Cheese Pop Tart wouldn't fall under the definition of healthy, it's made with sound ingredients and fresh fruit which places it above tinfoil wrapped pastries in my book.

They are a treat my great-grandmother would have made and (if the genes she's passed down to me are any indication) enjoyed them immensely.

Strawberry Cream Cheese Pop Tarts are flaky, fruity hand pies. Two layers of pie crust (with a hint of oatmeal for a rustic touch) sandwich a thick spread of cream cheese and sweet, fresh strawberries. These little pies are relatively simple to make, but assembling them does take some time. These make for a lovely addition to special breakfasts or summer picnics when you'd like a less messy pie.

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