It is blackberry
season. I walk thirty yards from my front door carrying an old plastic yogurt
container and start picking.
There
is no need to bend over, no need to reach through or wrestle with canes to get
to fruit that is hidden. This is the first picking, and all that is necessary
is to walk along the edge of the patch grabbing the close, ripe berries. I
leave the ones that are out of reach, and the ones that are not quite ripe. I
especially leave the ones which I might come back for later, when I will bring
pruning shears to clear a path to heavy clumps of berries which for now are
inaccessible to a person who doesn’t feel like bleeding for pie. Yet.
When
the container is full enough, I bring it in and set the berries to soak in cold
water in the sink for a while. My hope is that this soak will remove British
Columbian wildfire ash and other particulates which have settled on the
berries, plus float little bits of vegetation that have been gathered along
with the berries, as well as any living creatures that might be in there.
I
know, I know – what are insects but a little added protein? And yet I resist
their presence in pie. Let’s not bring up the time the cover fell off the range
hood fan and all those desiccated bug corpses fell into the spaghetti sauce. It
was a long time ago, and I picked out the large pieces. Nobody got sick or
anything.
This
batch of berries yielded grass seeds, some little leaves, and only a couple of
tiny bugs. Having removed the detritus and rinsed and drained the berries, I mixed
them with the sugar, flour, pinch of salt, and lemon juice, and set what was
now pie filling aside to make the crust.
Just
kidding. I don’t make pie crust. I did, back when I was young and trying to be
a good hippie earth mama, embroidering jeans and making bread and so on.
My dad
was a farmer. He raised apples. I have clear memories of my mother standing at
the kitchen table, rolling out pie dough for apple pies. Whole lotta apple pies
came out of my mother’s kitchen, each one with a light crust.
When
my time came I tried to rise to the challenge of making pie crust, and I knew
it was not a sure thing. I put a glass of water, a bowl, and some butter knives
in the freezer twenty minutes before starting. Kept the shortening refrigerated.
Assembled these cold ingredients and tools and worked fast, cutting the
shortening into the flour, splashing in the icy water. Sometimes my crust
turned out as light as a fairy’s fart. Sometimes I would do all that and my
crust had the consistency of a hockey puck.
One
year I was visiting my mother in California, and she had the pumpkin pie
assignment at a friend’s Thanksgiving dinner. We were at the store, and she
grabbed a couple of boxes of pre-made pie crusts. She said she didn’t bother
with making the pie pastry anymore; too much trouble and these were fine. I
tell you, it was like the clouds parted and angels sang hallelujah! I haven’t
made a pie crust since.
So.
Set the oven to 450 degrees, put the first crust into the pie plate, added the
filling, put the second crust on top, pinched the crust around rim, cut a cute
little “B” for blackberry in the crust and a few other vents in a sunray
pattern, put the whole production on a cookie sheet, and after the oven beeped
that it had reached 450, put the pie in and set the timer for the first ten
minutes.
That
was when I remembered that I had forgotten to dot the top of the filling with
butter before putting on the top crust.
Oh
well. Berries, sugar, pie crust. How bad could it be?
Next
morning, I cut the first slice of pie for breakfast. I took a bite. I moaned
with pleasure.
These
are times that try human beings’ souls. It is good to have the respite of a
slice of blackberry pie now and then.
Blackberry
pie: 3 cups blackberries; 1 cup sugar; 2 Tblsp flour; 2 Tblsp lemon juice; 1/8
Tsp salt; 1 recipe pie pastry; 1 Tblsp butter. Combine berries, sugar, flour,
lemon juice and salt. Line pie pan with pastry, add filling, dot with butter,
cover with top crust. Bake in 450°F oven 10 minutes; reduce temperature to
350°F and bake 25 to 30 minutes (or until the pie looks done to you). Makes one
9-inch pie. – Culinary Arts Institute Encyclopedic Cook Book, ©1950
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