Friday, July 17, 2015

apricot pie

I realize that apricot season is almost over—I just whirled the last few golden orbs into a smoothie for the kids' lunch yesterday—but then I saw them in the grocery store so I know they're still somewhat relevant. And anyway, I keep doing this silly thing called Forgetting That The World's A Big Place. Our apricots may be done, but yours might just be starting. Amazing, that.


Actually, I do this all the time. Think egocentrically, I mean. I'm not being selfish, really, just chronically oblivious to the fact that other people have realities that are different from mine. For example, I'll read something fascinating but then won't bother to write about it or link to it because I assume that, since I know it, everyone else must already know it, too. If we have fresh tomatoes (!) and no apricots, then such is the state of the world. If my children hit a rough developmental patch between the ages of nine and eleven, then all children must do the same. This probably also explains why I'm repeatedly caught off-guard when people ask me questions about things that seem so normal to me, such as homeschooling. It comes as such a shock that my perceptions are not theirs.

All this to say: perhaps you have apricots, yes?


I skimmed through a bunch of apricot pie recipes before coming up with my version. Many of the recipes called for the addition of cinnamon or another fruit such as red raspberries. I'm sure they would all be delicious, but I wanted a straight-up apricot pie, no bells and whistles. This did the trick.


Apricot Pie 

1 recipe butter pastry
5 ample cups thickly-sliced apricots, pitted and unpeeled
2/3 cup sugar
¼ cup thermflo (or cornstarch)
half-and-half and more sugar, for the topping

In a large bowl, gently toss the apricots with the sugar and thermflo. Line a 9-inch pie pan with one of the rolled-out pastries. Tumble in the sugar-covered 'cots. Roll out the second pastry, cut a few air vents in the center with a table knife, and lay it over the fruit. Cut off the extra pastry and crimp the edges together. Brush the top pastry lid with half-and-half and sprinkle liberally with sugar. (I want to try this method next time.)

Bake the pie at 450 degrees on the bottom oven rack for about 20 minutes. Reduce the heat to 350 degrees and continue to bake for another 20-30 minutes. If the edges start to burn, cover them with some foil. If the juices start to bubble over, slip a piece of foil under the pie plate to catch the drips. 

Cool completely. Serve plain, or with whipped cream or vanilla ice cream.

This same time, years previous: the quotidian (7.16.12), roasted beet salad with cumin and mint, Jeni's best ever vanilla ice cream, pasta with roasted tomatoes and summer squash, bacon-wrapped breadsticks, counting chicks, what's it worth?, and chit-chat.    

4 comments:

  1. I wish--about the apricots! Although I've never had apricot pie--but as a kid we had about 3 apricot trees and I always loved them so much. Now I only indulge infrequently. Looks great!

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  2. Or another option, from the other side of your mountains, is that no one in an expanded vicinity has such thing as an apricot tree, loaded or otherwise, and we never get to enjoy them in such quantity! Such a sad state of affairs. We put in a tree years ago but it died. The pie looks beautiful!

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  3. I agree with Melody. Your pie recipe and picture took me right back to childhood, and apricots are -- no question -- my absolutely favorite fruit! Enjoy!

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  4. What is this with apricots bringing up memories of childhood? Although I haven't been close to an apricot in a coon's age, when I was growing up our back yard joined with a neighbor's where there was an apricot tree that no one ever harvested and we were free to help ourselves. Talk about luscious and juicy! I don't think they were any bigger than maybe an inch and a half or two inches in diameter but so good! (And, yes, I confess I licked the screen showing the slice of your apricot pie. There. I said it.)

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