Pie is one of the greatest desserts and yet it gets made far less than other desserts. I think one of the biggest reasons is the pie crust. It seems so intimidating. I know it did to me. Growing up my mom just seemed to make it happen so easily and I would help, but mostly with making the little cinnamon sugar crisps with the left over pie dough. Once I was older I would try different recipes and either they didn’t turn out at all or they weren’t consistent. So, I turned to my mom who taught me about Great Grandma’s full proof old fashioned raspberry pie. Which of course has changed my life and brought pie, without stress into my home and now Driscoll’s Berries and I want to teach you as part of our Made with Love program!
Isn’t it a gorgeous pie? I like to swirl the hot pie a little when it comes out of the oven so the juices kind of leak out and make the top look beautiful without having to mess with a lattice top. And speaking of decorating the pie, let’s go ahead and talk about a silly, but very sweet memory that for some reason means so much to me even though it’s just a simple little smiley face. Oh, and side note-there’s a fun sweepstakes for 2 grand prize winners of a kitchenaid mixer and berries for a year, plus 4 second place winners for berries for a year. 1 grand prize and 2 second place winners will be chosen at the end of every month. Who wouldn’t want to win a KitchenAid?!
My mom, and I know that I’m a bit biased, but my mom is one of the most tenderhearted, hard working, patient, and genuine people I know. I’ve never heard her belittle anyone in or outside of our family, even behind closed doors. She is honest, true, mindful and forgiving. BUT, she hates cooked apples. I know. It’s ridiculous and her only downfall. Oh, mom you know it’s true. Growing up was a lot of fun for us kids. We got to go to our grandparents’ houses every year and run around like little hooligans. Mom always let us be little. We were never held to a higher standard until we were ready (I’m working on that with my children) and always allowed to help out in every way. Thanksgiving always involved friends and family and my mom always made homemade pies. It was work, but we would help and she would guide us. The house would warm up with the oven being on all day and the smells filling the entire home. Mom would always do the pie lid herself and if you knew her you knew exactly what kind of pie it was without ever cutting the pie.
Like I said, Mom doesn’t like cooked apples, but she loves her Mamma’s raspberry pie. The family loves apple pie so she would go ahead and make one, but make her point still. The raspberry pie would have a cute little smiley face while the apple pie would have a face with a little “tongue” traced into the crust so as if the pie “face” was sticking its tongue out in disgust. As a kid I thought it was hilarious and oh so much fun. As an adult, it’s become a sweet memory that will remind me of the quietly silly, but sacrificing mother that I have. Isn’t it funny how the little things end up meaning more than anything else? Sometimes I think about growing up, what will I remember about my life and parents when they are gone, and what will my children remember about me. I’d give up everything I have to mean as much to my children as my mom means to me and to influenced them for good the way she has. How did I ever deserve someone that was willing to do anything in the kindest, most loving way for her children and those around her and how will I ever do the same in my family? It’s so true, when you are wondering who you are, you can look to your past and gain strength and understanding by discovering those who came before you. I think I need to try a little harder to be a little better.
Old Fashioned Raspberry Pie
- 3 C. flour
- 1 C. lard (I use shortening, but lard does make it more flaky. I just don't use lard)
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1 egg
- 1 tablespoon vinegar
- Very cold water, about ¼ cup
- mix together and add to dry ingredients
- Mix till moistened and holds together.
- 3-4 cups Driscolls
- raspberries (3- 6oz packages)
- 1¼ cup sugar
- 4 Tablespoon flour
- ½ Teaspoon Cinnamon
- 2 Tablespoons Butter
- Mix together the flour and salt in a large bowl. Chop the butter into ¼" pieces and toss into the flour. Using two knives or a pastry cutter, cut the butter into the flour until pea sized pieces remain.
- Mix together the egg, and vinegar in a glass measuring cup. It should be around ¼ cup all mixed together. Now add the very cold water until it makes ½ cup. Slowly add a few tablespoons at a time to the flour mixture and using a fork, whisk into the flour. See note Mix until the dough comes together but is still a little shaggy or in other words, pulls together when you squeeze it into a fist.
- Cut the dough ball into two pieces. Lay a little saran wrap out and place each piece of dough on the plastic wrap, and wrap tightly. Place in the freezer for 20-30 minutes to rest.
- Roll the dough out on a lightly floured surface. Gently place the rolling pin at one end of the dough and pull the edge up over the pin and roll over the remaining dough so it's wrapped around the rolling pin. Carefully unroll the dough over a pie dish, lifting the edges and allowing the dough to fall into the bottom of the plate rather than stretching and pushing it into place.
- Combine sugar, flour, cinnamon and berries in mixing bowl. Fold gently to combine. Pour into pastry and dot with 2 TBSP. butter.
- Place top pastry over berries and seal and cut slits in top. (I usually brush the top with a little milk and sprinkle with cinnamon sugar. The milk makes it bake with a golden brown color.)
- Bake at 450 for 10 minutes and then reduce temp. to 375 for 20-25 minutes. Allow to cool before slicing.