How to Make a Pie on-the-Fly (July 7, 2015)

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Everyone has their creative process. Their own way of thinking through problems and fleshing out fresh ideas.

Recently, I’ve had multiple people ask  me about mine–specifically, how do I come up with pies?

It varies. Sometimes, I’m inspired by other things I eat/see. Sometimes, I think about pies in a very calm and methodical morning brainstorm in my bathroom kind of way. And sometimes, I make pie on-the-fly.

I kind of like those on-the-fly situations best because you essentially go through the same motions of having a well-formulated idea and doing a trial run on it… but the process is sped way up, and then you don’t feel quite as bad if it’s a big flop that first time through.

That’s what happened to me last night. I made A peachy chess pie with a burnt almond crust and fresh peaches and strawberries, on-the-fly style. This is a perfect example of the typical sort of journey my brain takes through conceiving and creating a pie:

 

  • I’m tired, my feet hurt, I should stop putting things in my cart and leave Target now. I’m so glad tomorrow is Friday.
  • Shit. Tomorrow is Friday. I should really bake a pie.
  • But I’m scared of my oven.
    • (side note: I just moved into a new charming apartment with a charming old school gas oven that makes me nervous)
  • But I need to get over it. I should definitely make a pie. And if my oven explodes, I can use the insurance money to buy more things at Target.
  • What kind of pie do I make?
  • Nothing that requires straining. I broke my mesh sieve and Target doesn’t sell them, for some unapparent reason.
  • Why you gotta be like that, Target?
  • Sorry, I didn’t mean it. You know I’m just really stressed out at work right now. I still love you, Target.
  • I’m about to spend $40 on a table lamp, $12 on foundation, $8 on this stupid cute greeting card with sushi and Chinese takeout boxes on it, and $___ on whatever random items I pick up between here and the cash register… this should  be a cheap pie.
  • I’m making chess pie.
  • I still have those crappy dud peaches Whole Foods ripped me off on. I will peel them, chop them, cook them down, and puree them…
  • Peachy chess pie!
  • I need furniture polish.
  • What about crust?
  • I have named, but still have not assembled my new butcher block kitchen cart thing, so I have zero counter space. Even if I did have work space, I do not feel like making/waiting on chilling pie dough. I am not about that life tonight. Crumb crust it is!
  • Ginger snaps would be nice.
  • Wait, I totally trashed a recently opened bag of ginger snaps literally just the other day because I thought I wouldn’t use them. Seems bratty to buy a new bag now. I have grahams.
  • Let’s do an almond crust. That sounds right.
  • Fresh ginger might be nice, or thyme!
  • JK. I can’t buy those things here. So not walking next door to Fresh Market. I’m keeping this basic as fuh.
  • Is it weird to buy strawberries at Target?
  • Oh well, too late. They’re in my cart.
  • I really have to get out of here.

***drives home***

  • Moment of truth. Oven time. Got this.
  • OK, it’s preheating. That wasn’t so bad. I’m dumb.
  • WHY’S IT MAKING THAT HISSING SOUND?
  • I guess it’s fine. If I blow my face off in a fiery explosion, at least I’ll finally have a viable excuse for being like over the age of 22 and not married or engaged in the state of Alabama.
  • Now, crust. Toasting almonds before grinding them seems like a good thing to do.
  • Shit. I am never going to get used to gas.
  • Hmm almonds, graham crumb, buttermilk powder, sugar, salt, BUTTER. Yep. Par-bake!
  • Let’s do filling. What goes in chess pie again?
  • Google. Google. Google.
  • Really, cornmeal? Mmk.
  • I don’t have white vinegar. I lost half my vinegars in the move. Can I use sherry vinegar?
  • Of course I can. Gawd, I’m fancy.
  • Man, these peaches really do suck. Get it together, Whole Foods. I’m sick of your manipulative sale displays.
  • It’s bedtime. I wish I weren’t still standing.
  • Oh woof. Too much crust par-baking.
  • Whatever. This filling won’t take long to set.
  • I should up the flour since I’m adding all this juicy peach goop up in here.
  • This pie should sit on a baking sheet, because I am not trying to catch this ticking death bomb oven on fire with drippy sugar overflow.
  • Into the oven you go! 15 minutes on the timer.
  • I can’t believe I moved into an apartment without a dishwasher. Damn me.
  • I could chop fruit for a topping tonight… or I could go sit on my butt and watch episodes of Girls I’ve already seen.
  • The fruit would be so much better chopped fresh in the morning.
  • butt-sitting it is!
  • Man, I love this new lamp. I did a good Target-shopping job.
  • Man, I hate Marnie. Was Marnie always this annoying? She definitely was not this annoying in seasons 1 or 2.
  • Maybe she was.
  • Time to rotate ze pie! Another 15 minutes on the clock.
  • I need my bed.
  • My bed needs me.
  • I wonder who my last kiss will be.
  • It would really suck if the last kiss I had was my last kiss because I perish tonight in a fiery inferno born of dripping pie juice in an old school gas oven.
  • Damn.
  • I should check this pie.
  • THIS GODFORSAKEN PIE IS NO WHERE NEAR SET.
  • I broke it :(
  • I need to cover its broke ass with foil. That crust is getting too brown.
  • Back to Girls.
  • Thank God tomorrow is Friday. This week is grating on my last ever-loving nerve.
  • Ahhhh I fell asleep.
  • PIE.
  • That crust ain’t coming back #burntup.
  • I’ll just trim it. It’ll look fine at least.
  • And done.

Moral of the story is–just do your thing. It’s all gonna be alright.



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