From the middle of May until the end of November, I’m a pie girl. I have to restrain myself from eating it at every meal since my mother trained me from a very early age that leftover pie is fair game for breakfast. Sometimes we would even eat it straight from the dish: two forks, Sunday crossword.
Summer is exciting because the fruits that thrive in a pie crust are all ripening. Strawberries and rhubarb happened, other berries are ripening on the vine, the peach trees are heavy with fruit, and the apples are beginning to sweeten on the branch. Fruit is the romantic part, but crust is an important part of the equation.
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