Plum Good Pie, The Old Farmer’s Almanac Colonial Cookbook
What is it about a flaky crust filled with sweet and tart luscious fruit served warm with a scoop of ice cream or whipped cream or even with a splash of half & half as my Dad preferred? It is ‘hygge’, the Danish philosophy of creating a mood of cozy, in a bowl. It is simplicity. It is homey. It is a vessel of love. I wax poetic. My Mom, affectionately called Bean was quite the pie maker/baker. I do not exaggerate when I say she probably made a pie every week of my life growing up. My father loved fruit pie; apple, pear, strawberry-rhubarb, lemon meringue, mincemeat, cherry, peach, and at the age of two he started on the path of a blueberry pie thief. As the story goes his grandmother Kindred, another wonderful pie baker, put a fresh blueberry pie on the windowsill to cool. My father absconded with it and hid under the kitchen table which had a long cloth over it. He ate nearly the whole pie with a big wooden spoon and when they found him there was no hiding the evid