Buttermilk Blueberry Chess Pie

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I’ve been telling one Mr. Loomis that it is already fall around these parts (it’s true), but he doesn’t like to hear that. It’s undeniable, however, the change in the air and the light. California is beyond crispy because of our enduring drought, so the leaves are not a good indicator at the moment of the subtle change in season. But there’s something that rolls around this time of year, so that I know in my heart summer is over and soon we’ll be pulling out an extra blanket for the bed or thinking of nothing else but apple pie.

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As some consolation, we dedicated last weekend to a final burst of summer activities, with a hike in the hills, grilling dinner on our tiny weber in the driveway, and baking a blueberry chess pie. This pie is also an indicator of the cusp of summer/fall times. Stone fruit has already turned well beyond its peak-of-season flavor, so I’m looking ahead to fall and winter fillings — chess pies with custard and buttermilk, fillings of apple or pear, pies of lemon and chocolate and pumpkin and walnut and oat, oh my. These are all worthy of excitement.

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Given that I’m still getting the hang of timing re: custard fillings, this pie was almost perfect. And per my sentiments of past posts, we also know that perfection is overrated. I pulled this pie from the oven probably a few minutes too soon — or didn’t let it cool quite long enough (Hey, it’s hard to keep mitts off a freshly-baked pie), so the first few slices we enjoyed were not completely set. After a night in the refrigerator, however, the pie had set entirely by the next day.

Chess pies definitely require closer monitoring while they bake. Given the advice I’ve read in books by Four and Twenty Blackbirds and the Hoosier Mama Pie Company, bakers I respect immensely, you’re looking for the outer two inches of the filling to be puffed and set as an indicator of doneness, while the inner circle of the pie will still be wobbly when you remove it from the oven. The difference being that the center should be moving as a whole rather than a sea of liquid. Taking the pie out before it’s overcooked helps to avoid the filling splitting as it cools, and even in its wobbly state, the pie will continue to cook and set as it cools.

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An issue of practice being the best guide, I expect I’ll be able to better gauge the exact moment to pull the pie from the oven over time. And about the name? There are so many theories about why chess pie is called so, that’s a bit like: choose-your-own-adventure. The most common explanation, however, suggests that the term chess pie originated from “chest pie,” because these custard pies are made with so much sugar that they could be stored in a pie chest rather than in a refrigerator.

And the defining element of the filling? About a tablespoon of cornmeal which lends a pleasant bite and grittiness that I love.

In the meantime, I’ve pulled the sourdough starter from the fridge with a gleam in my eye for cinnamon-raisin bread, up next. Happy end-of-summer celebrations, gang. And some cute cats below, just because.

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The Dog Days of Summer and a Peach Pie

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I just finished re-reading To Kill a Mockingbird in anticipation of reading Go Set A Watchman, Harper Lee’s new novel, which is ready and waiting on the coffee table. There’s huge controversy surrounding her latest book; some saying her lawyer pushed to have it published without her consent, and others saying it dampens the love or esteem for a much-cherished novel by lending a radically different perspective to the characters of the Finch family, as we encounter them 20 years later. I’m always in favor of actual human portraits, flaws and all, but we’ll see. I haven’t read it yet.

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Crushing pink peppercorns for the filling

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Regardless, Mockingbird is a hell-of-a-book, and a timely read given the headlines and news stories plaguing our country of late. Scout’s earnestness and honesty, the actions and thoughts of a young person who hasn’t yet been molded by the prejudices surrounding her, is a joy.

And after spending a week in the homes and settings of the fictitious Maycomb, Alabama, I’ve had nothing but lane cake, divinity, and peach pie on my mind.

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Scoring the lattice to create a textured effect

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This luscious summer pie with a lattice medallion is laced with brown sugar, almond extract, pink peppercorn, and lemon. When I pulled it out of the oven, it was positively blushing at me. I haven’t made a purely-peach pie since last summer, and I’d forgotten how perfect the texture of peaches are in a pie. Plump and silky, every bite as fragrant as a garden.

Most of the recipes I’ve read for peach pie call for blanching the fruit and peeling the peaches; I never do this, and find the results just as successful and the peach skin: not noticeable. I’d be happy for any additional thoughts in this arena; to peel or not to peel?

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Mixed-Berry Sunken Lattice Pie

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This pie was part of our Fourth of July haul. Instagram taunted me for weeks with all of the food bloggers and bakers getting a head-start, letting the world know what they’d be whipping up for the Fourth of July. It’s easy to get overwhelmed when you’re me and want to bake and cook and grill every single thing that looks yummy. No-campfire s’mores? Sure! An apricot gallete? Sure! Corn and souvlaki on the grill? You bet! If only that whole “I’ll sleep when I’m dead” notion actually worked.

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With friends hosting a barbecue and covering the grilling portion of the evening, we settled on some baked goods to supplement. Nick baked another round of pretzels — the real deal, dipped in lye. He gets a better result each time and these were perfectly crisp and golden and salty, just as they should be.

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I made a mixed berry pie — strawberry, blueberry, and a bit of nectarine — with a lattice top. My baking feathers puffed with pride that there was only one little lonely slice of pie left when we were leaving the barbecue that night.

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It was difficult to keep our hands off of this one.

Next on my list is a traditional peach pie, because summer is already rolling towards fall and it wouldn’t be the season without at least one lovely peach pie — all of those golden wedges slumping into buttery perfection.

Oh, and those no-campfire s’mores? We absolutely made them. See the recipe for inspiration.

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Pizza of the Week

When Monday needed a pick-me-up…

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We’re still making our way through the red wine and garlic sausage in our freezer — formed into links with our very own hands — after taking the Sausage Making 101 class last summer at Avedano’s Meats in San Francisco.

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Dressed up and bound for the oven

We paired the sausage with ricotta cheese, crimini mushrooms, sautéed sweet peppers and kale and spooned an herb dressing on top made with olive oil, chives, parsley, lemon zest, and crushed red pepper. Darn it was tasty, especially with a side of roasted carrots dressed with lemon.

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We keep attempting to recreate some of the dishes we had in Italy — like the cannelini beans in rosemary broth and lemony roasted carrots. So far, our concoctions are nowhere in the ball park of those Italian dishes, but we’ll keep trying.

When Nick makes pizza dough, it’s always enough so that we have several rounds in the freezer at once, which makes it super easy to defrost one and assemble a spur-of-the-moment, top-with-your-heart’s-delight, pizza any given night.