raspberry pie

 

 

Every summer the children and I pick raspberries from the side of our road.  It’s about a two minute walk from our house, on the left hand side.  These raspberry canes produce cups and cups of big berries; all free for the taking. 

 

When the children think they’ve gotten every berry in sight, I remind them to bend down and look under all the leaves.  There are sure to be more, hiding in those secret spots.

This weekend, we collected enough berries and the children began asking me (over and over) to make a pie.  I subscribe to Yankee magazine and in the current issue, I found the inspiration I needed to bake a pie; an interesting new recipe.  The crust recipe in particular called for flour, cake flour (!), baking powder (!), salt, shortening, and ice water.  The filling recipe was for a blueberry pie, but I substituted our raspberries, and I also included two apples, to make a fuller pie. 

It looked so pretty before I added the top crust that I had to take a picture.  All those sugary red berries, I thought they looked like jewels.

I put it in the oven. The children asked me (over and over), “Is the pie done yet?”  Seth looked in the oven at least twice, as it baked for 35-40 LONG minutes @400 degrees.

At last it was done, but then we had to wait until it cooled down some.

Finally I pulled out the paper plates (no fiestaware this time=sick of doing dishes) and cut the pie.  It was still hot enough to make the children blow on each bite before putting it into their mouths.

With seven children and one mama the pie was gone in about 10 minutes.  Possibly less.  It was delicious and the crust was perfect.

(Rich was gone for the evening, preparing his Sunday School lesson.  I wanted to save him a piece but it was too good to sit around.  As it was, the children each wanted another piece but there was only enough for one each.)

(I’ll have to make another one, once we gather more berries.)

After the pie plate was empty, Caleb found a rubber spatula and scraped up each drop.  I dabbed up the crumbs with my finger.  There wasn’t a bit of pie left over.

Homemade raspberry pie with berries we picked ourselves from the side of the road?  Just one more summer blessing to be grateful for!

0 thoughts on “raspberry pie

  1. I love free food. All it costs is a little work and a few scratches. We have black raspberries that grow wild around here, but this year they were few and far between because we haven’t had rain.Not even enough for a pie or jam, though I do still have some freezer jam left over from last year. Your red raspberries do look like jewels. I can almost taste that pie just by looking at the pictures.

  2. We too were berry picking recently, though ours were black raspberries free for the taking on the island near where we live. Yours look a little easier to get to πŸ™‚ That pie looks onderful! Our berries made it into jam and some just frozen in bags. As i was doing all this, I wondered to myself about making a pie with raspberries. I dont think I have ever eaten just a raspberry pie. I might have to look up that recipe. I think our library gets that magazine. How was the crust?
    ps. Did you see Soule Mama’s recent post about that camp they went to? Doesn’t that look like fun! To try a hand at all those olden day skills? I think you mentioned once that you read her blog as well. πŸ™‚ Ahhh the wonderful world of blogging!
    Hope you have a lovely week, friend!

  3. OHH I love red raspberries!! We find a lot of black raspberries and blackberries along the roads here, but not reds. I can almost taste that pie you made πŸ™‚ Looks A B C Delicious as my kids would say.

  4. OH YUM! That looks so good! We seem to only have frozen raspberries around here. We have been blessed with blackberries, blueberries and strawberries in the garden, so I do know that those fresh, juicy, warm berries are the best, especially picked on the side of the road!

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