One of the things about living in Calgary is that we have family here. And not just the community that we have created, but real, live, related family. We had family in Vancouver, but not in Kelowna which means our past nine Thanksgivings were usually spent with close friends, lots of food and wine and usually an abundance of laughter. These gatherings were counted among our many blessings.
In Calgary, we have the privilege of adding real family – my sister’s family, my mom and grandparents – into that mix. We offered to host dinner this year, which is something we haven’t done in years, and enjoyed watching our kids laugh at crazy inside jokes with their cousins while four generations sat together. Four generations is kind of mind-blowing.
The turkey worked out. Stuffing was fine as were the brussel sprouts, carrots & peas and potatoes. My kids were the most excited about ambrosia salad. Totally random concoction that my great grandma served my grandma who served it to my dad and has been a staple at our table since I was a little girl. Catch this – it is called salad, but is really a rich dessert made with fruit, whipping cream and coloured mini-marshmallows. And I would leave it off the menu, and did for years, except my 8YO discovered it at Christmas dinner last year at my mom’s and begged for it. I think my grandma was pretty excited to see it on the table.
I’m pretty proud of our dessert… Over the past few years, we’ve always picked up a fresh home-made pie from one of the schools in Kelowna. They do it as an annual fundraiser and honestly, it doesn’t get any better or tastier than that.
I decided to try making pie. Not something I’ve ever done, not something I ever thought I would do, but why not? I can bake just about anything, but pie has always seemed like too big of a deal.
So I started the google… how hard could it be? Dough, apples, cinnamon. BOOM! Pie. I could totally do this, or so I hoped.
So, I found this recipe for flaky cream cheese pie crust from something called the Pie Bible. The instructions are hard to follow and I don’t have a food processor so improvisation was definitely needed, but managed to get something that resembled pie dough. Of course, the pie bible forgot to include baking instructions which was awesome, but looked like the consensus among every other recipe was 400 degrees for 35 – 45 minutes.
Worst case scenario, we had a box of brownie mix in the pantry. Best case scenario, we would have something that resembled a pie to put on the table.
It worked. I think. The crust actually tasted pretty good. The filling was runnier than I would have liked and the bottom crust was totally mushy. And it was totally delicious. Someday, I’ll figure the rest out, but for tonight, I’m pretty happy.
Rolled it out, and had way more than I needed, even after doing my shell and cover, so I made something that I would like to call Pots des Pommes… really, it’s pie filling in a ramekin with a piece of pie crust on top. Sounds way fancier as Pots des Pommes, n’est-ce pas?