Strawberry “patience”crumble pie
I went to the Farmers Market on Saturday morning and we all stood 6-feet apart and waited our turns.
Patiently.
Some people didn’t follow the signs and cut in front. They got their produce and went on their way. While those of us in line, just waited.
Our masks on.
Grateful to be outside, even during these strange conditions.
I bought two baskets of strawberries, they looked bright and red in the sunlight. But once I got home, I realized they were ripe and wouldn’t last the weekend.
A cake? Perhaps?
Strawberry Shortcake?
Strawberry Ice Box?
Pie?
I’ve been on a pie tear, no doubt about it. I love pie. It may be my favorite, but then there’s ice cream, crisps and tiramisu, so I can’t commit.
I decided to make a pie with a crumble disposition.
The goal of this pie was to see if I had the patience to make my own crust.
To add the flour, sugar, cold butter, the chilled water.
To wait while it chilled in the fridge for an hour then to bake it with aluminium foil and dry beans on top for a smooth base.
Then there was the slicing of the strawberries. The sweet crumble top.
And then wait for an hour to bake.
Did I have the patience to get through all the steps.
I did.
And it was delicious.