Yep, not even going to try and excuse it. I've been away from this blog for six months. How do I feel about it? Not sure. A few [very, very lovely and kind] people asked me WTF was going on, and if I was ever going to start writing again. These same people know that the "I'm so busy" excuse was total horseshit, because all I ever talk about with them is all the high-quality British programming Netflix has gifted my writing-averse ass.
So, I talk a lot about depression and anxiety on this blog, and, as the title pretty much spells out, I'm hitting what some might consider a milestone birthday soon. I've never been a person who's been terribly concerned with getting older... until now. I mean, the time around my birthday has always depressed me a little-- changing weather, the passage of time, the new Fall lineup that inevitably disappoints because NONE OF THE SHOWS STAR KYLE CHANDLER. But I haven't really started to feel the gut-punch that comes with aging until this year, probably because lots of people I don't know very well are weirdly concerned with the fact that dowries have not yet been exchanged for rings, (or however that works nowadays), or that I'm not swimming in dough, or that I still have a very legitimate beef with a certain celebrity who shall not be named in this already-sad post.
It seems I'm not the only one feeling this way, either. Thirty hits everyone differently, and for me, it's certainly not just the whole strangers-be-getting-into-my-personals thing getting to me. There are so many things I figured I'd be doing with myself at this age, and Christmas on a Triscuit was I wrong about all of them. That's a tough gummy to swallow (guys I love gummy vitamins, please no millienial jokes, gummy vitamins are one of the sole gifts from the heavens I get, just let me have this one). Shout out to all the 1986-ers feelin' what I'm feelin'-- I'm here, I get it, and I have pie.
...IT'S STILL A BAKING BLOG, PEOPLE!
So I was incredibly skeptical of the very idea for this pie when I first read about it, but like most things in my life right now, I decided to throw my side-eye to the wind and get on with things. Plus, it's fall, and fall means pears and pie (I know, I know, and pumpkin, which you'll see very soon).
Pear and Thomcord Grape Pie
Pie Crust (makes enough for two 9" crusts)
2 teaspoons of sugar
2 cups of all-purpose flour
12 tablespoons of butter, cut into small chunks
2 large eggs beaten with two teaspoons of water
Pie Filling (adapted from Serious Eats)
7 pears, peeled, cored and sliced
1/2 cup of seedless Thomcord or Concord grapes, removed from stems
3/4 cup of white sugar
2 tablespoons of cornstarch
1 egg, beaten
Raw or white sugar for dusting
Now I'm not saying this because I am lazy, but because I am laughably bad at doing this by hand: bust out the food processor if you have it for your pie crusts. If you don't have one, get one, and if you can't, I will walk you through the process of doing this by hand as best I can. If you do have a food processor, pulse together the flour and sugar until mixed. Then add in your butter and pulse until you've got pea-sized lumps. Now, with the processor running, pour in your egg mixture and allow it to run until your dough forms.
If you're working without a food processor, sift the flour and sugar together in a large bowl, then use a fork or your fingers to gently mix in the butter. You want to handle the butter as little as possible, since the more you handle it, the warmer it will get, and the warmer your butter, the less flaky your crusts. Once your mixture is pretty clumpy, add in the egg and gently mix in using your fingers until you're able to form a dough. Separate into two evenly-sized discs, cover in plastic wrap and chill discs for at least two hours.
Once you're ready to get baking, preheat the oven to 425°F and place pears and grapes together in a bowl. Sift the sugar and cornstarch together and then fold into fruit mixture until evenly coated.
Roll out one disc to about 1/8" thickness and gently line your pie plate with it. Pour your fruit mixture into the shell and set aside while working on the top crust. (If you're not interested in anything fancy, just roll out your second disc and place on top of the fruit mixture, cutting any extra dough off the sides of the plate. Make sure to cut slits in the top crust to allow steam to escape.) I rolled out the second disc of dough and used a star-shaped cookie cutter to decorate the top of the pie. I invite you to do the same and lay your decorative dough however you please, but just make sure to leave some space for the fruit to peek through, or your pie will explode all over your oven, and you will be doomed forever. Brush with egg and then sprinkle the top generously with sugar.
Place your pie on a baking sheet (this will allow for easier removal from the oven, unless you want crazy knuckle burns similar to the ones I'm currently rocking), then bake for 20 minutes, rotating the pie halfway through. Then, turn the oven down to 375°F and bake for 45 to 50 minutes, until the crust is browned and the fruit is bubbly, like this:
Let the pie cool on a counter for a solid half hour, at least, and then dig in, perhaps with a scoop of ice cream or a spoonful of mascarpone if you're feeling it.
Aw man, am I proud of how beautiful this pie ended up being. This is probably my proudest pie-related moment, and I have a LOT of pie-related moments. But hey, it's not ALL about looks: how did it taste?
O M G. It was incredible. The grapes and pears worked better than I could have imagined they would, and the cornstarch helped keep the filling from running amok outside of the crust. It was as close to heaven as a crazy old grump like me will likely ever experience.