Showing posts with label pie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pie. Show all posts

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving



The turkey is marinating in what is now the official poultry marinade of Sprawling Ramshackle Compound:

1 stick of butter
1/2 cup of olive oil
juice of one lemon
3-4 tablespoons of honey
2 tablespoons of Tony Chachere's seasoning
A few dashes of Worcestershire sauce
A few dashes of hot sauce

-Heat the ingredients together until the butter melts, then use an injecteur de gout to shoot the marinade into the turkey in several places. Pour any remaining marinade over the turkey and refrigerate overnight.


I am enjoying a post-work bourbon and catching up on my email. Before work I managed to bake a chocolate bourbon pecan pie, and amazingly enough I have also managed to not yet eat any of it.



I have to go in to work in the morning, but I plan on taking some comp time so I can come home early and fry the turkey, then it's off to my brother's house in tornado alley for a late afternoon family feedbag.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Pie

Even when you're kind of blue, and a little bit down, there's always pie. Pie can be better than a stiff drink.

I turned on the TV the other night, and John McCain was yelling at me. "GROW THE PIE", he demanded. Well, I may not be a McCain supporter, but I definitely consider myself pro-pie. So tonight MizBubs peeled up the last of the Honey Crisp apples from southern Michigan, and we grew ourselves a pie.


Compound apple crumb pie



Ingredients:

1 pie crust of your choosing (Both my mom and MizBubs have made absolutely brilliant, flaky, melt-in-your-mouth pie crusts in the past, but tonight I used one of those rolled Pillsbury crusts.)

5 apples, peeled and cut into eight slices each
1/2 cup sugar mixed with 1 tsp cinnamon
1/3 cup butter, cut into pieces
1/2 cup brown sugar
2/3 cup flour
1 tsp cinnamon
1/2 chopped pecans (Unbelievably, I forgot to add pecans to the pie you see pictured above. It was a delicious, and yet sadly incomplete, pie.)

  • Preheat oven to 450
  • Place crust in pie pan
  • Slice apples and arrange in pie crust
  • Pour the 1/2 cup sugar/cinnamon mix evenly over the apples in the crust
  • Mix 1/2 cup brown sugar, 2/3 cup flour, 1 tsp cinnamon in a mixing bowl. Use a pastry blender to mix in the butter until the mixture is crumbly. This will be your topping.
  • Mix the chopped pecans into the topping. Spread the topping over the apples.
  • Bake at 450 for 10 minutes, then reduce heat to 350 and bake for about 40-45 minutes until it's dark and bubbly.
  • Enjoy your pie.
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While I'm at it, this is as good a time as any to remind everyone about the Big Wicked Online Pageant over at A Cup of Coffey (Coffey goes great with pie!)

On Monday evening, post a picture of yourself as a kid in your adorable/scary/unfortunate/dorky Halloween costume on your blog, and email Beth with your link. If you can't find a picture of yourself as a kid, pick something suitably mortifying from your more recent past and post that. The pageant is being co-hosted by yours truly and Florida expert Dale.

All the cool kids are doing it. My favorite procrastinating noir writer Cormac chipped in with an early contribution just to help everyone get in the spirit.

It's going to be very scary!

Monday, June 23, 2008

Thank God

Thank God that in this crazy, mixed-up, gator-ridden world of ours, we still have pie.

Strawberry rhubarb pie.



I'm telling you, everyone should have a MizBubs to freshen their drinks and bake them pie. She looks adorable, and she even gave me a few fresh strawberries to muddle into my bourbon. Tasty.


Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day to all a you child-bearin' ladies out there!

I know in the past I've said that mom wants some bacon, or at least a phone call. Maybe you and big sis could've got up early and baked her a delicious Mother's Day pie.




But you know what mom really wants?



A drink, a smoke and probably to just be left the hell alone for a while.