A galette (or crostini, to the Italians) was the first “successful” pie I ever made, and I made it with a store bought crust. That’s not a bad thing, but honestly, it was because I was afraid of making my own. You’d think Olga Mae’s granddaughter would come out of the womb rolling out pie dough and making all the pies, but I wasn’t. I might be a Southern woman’s granddaughter, but I was raised by a Korean mom that I can’t ever remember making a pie. Did we even eat pie? 🤷🏻♀️ We eat pie now. Boy, do we eat pie 🙄 (Read more…)
Cranberry Apple Crostata
I buy too many apples. Every time I go to the store, I think we need apples. Every time I ask The Boy to add to the grocery list (we share the list on our phones), he adds apples. Then when I get home and go to put them away, I find a bunch of apples from the last time I bought apples. Why doesn’t anyone eat the darn apples in this house?! So, I made a Cranberry Apple Crostata. Why a crostata instead of a pie? Sometimes there’s just too much of the gooshy “stuff” in a standard pie for me. In general, I’m really more into the “bits” parts of pies. You know, the pecans in Pecan Pies and the apples in apple pie. A crostata (or a Galette for the Francophiles amongst you) is essentially a pie with just the stuff. A rustic, open faced pie with an emphasis on the heart of the pie. That’s my jam! Rustic and all about the bits! (Read more…)
Mini Pecan Pies
Pecan Pie. It’s gotta be my favorite. I was born in Chattahoochee County, Georgia, the daughter of a Mississippi boy, and raised mostly in South Texas, so I guess you could say it’s in my blood.
By the way, it’s pronounced “PEE-can”, unlike most Northerners who say “pe-CAHN” (wrong). But, I digress. (Note from the editor, Kelsey, who proofreads my posts: Haha, you said pee.)
Pecan Pie, however you say it, is delicious. The way I make it, heavy on the nuts, lighter on the “stuff” is perfection. And, you know me. If I can make it, I might as well make it tiny. (Read more…)