The Pinke Post: Bake your pie — and eat it, too
It's a new year. Maybe you just joined a gym and are cutting calories — but I'm here to tell you it's time to bring back an old tradition that adds calories to your life, an art we've lost in this hectic culture. I say "old" ever so delicately because I turn the page from one decade to the next this week and enter my 40s.
For a second, I panicked. Did I have the pie cookbook in my cabinet? Had I moved it to another shelf for decoration in our home?
It's been at least five years since I actually baked a pie on my own. I know how to bake. I'm the daughter of the best pie baker west of the Red River of the North. Ask anyone who has ever visited my parent's farm and they always say, "Oh, your mom's pies!" My 4-H blue ribbon pie-baking mother doesn't make one kind of pie. She makes 23 kinds, in one day, all from scratch, for the right occasion. I've seen it with my eyes and have the hips to prove they taste amazing.
If I couldn't find the famous Farm Journal Complete Pie Cookbook from 1965 would we be able to have my mom's homemade pecan pies for Christmas?
I opened the cabinet to find the prized cookbook. Daughter fail avoided, at least for now. As I handed my mom the cookbook, I thought to myself, 2019 is my year for pie baking.
The last 90 days of 2018, my husband and I participated in a health challenge. I avoided dessert, exercised more, drank more water and shared gratitude on a daily basis. I gave up pie through the holidays. No pie for 90 days? Never again.
It's a new decade for me—and I'm going to give myself more time to prepare and bake fruit and pecan pies and share them with those around me.
On Jan. 2, I ate the last piece of pecan pie my mom baked for Christmas. This is my year for pie. I think we all could benefit from baking and sharing pie in the year ahead. I'm going to keep the 1965 Farm Journal Complete Pie Cookbook, which my mom bought for me on eBay years ago, on my counter.
I will bake pie by myself. I will bake pie with my children. I will visit my grandma's kitchen and bake pie. Rather than watch my mom bake pies, I'll join alongside her. I will share pie with family, friends, neighbors and those who could use a treat and a visit.
Pie baking and sharing is an art and a gift from my mom and grandma that I don't want to lose. I don't want to cut it out of my life, as I learned in previous weeks. I need pie. More so, I need the downtime to allow myself to bake pie and then sit and enjoy it with people I care about and want to spend more time unplugged and in conversation.
Do you miss your mom's pie? Do you need a proven recipe to try? Bake a pie from the 1965 Farm Journal Complete Pie Cookbook. If you can't find it on eBay, try your local library or an auction. Or, ask a neighbor who bakes pies to borrow hers (or his). Send me a note or a tweet when you bake your first pie of 2019. I'll be sure to share the beautiful — and ugly — pies I bake this year and into my 40s on social media. Oh, and at least five days a week, I'll be exercising to keep my pie habit viable.
Happy baking and eating in 2019!