Believe me, I had intended to make The ElderBlueberry Pie. I even found and ordered freeze-dried elderberries because no fresh ones seemed to be found here in Texas, at least not at present. I had read that red elderberries are not edible and, when picking, one must choose dark berries not red. So, I opened one of my bags of berries to make the pie:
Instead, I thought I would use the exercise to practice baking a berry pie since I never have -
|Only King Arthur's Pastry Flour Would do ---|
|And so the crust began -|
|Will I ever learn if Rose's small peas are the size of Le Sueur's?|
|I loooove this stretchy implement!|
|And the pretty white Rose's plate - [need a lot more practice with that crust! I don't do it often enough so it still scares me].|
And, a really fun thing happened just now as I am sitting in the kitchen at work at the table typing up this blog at 4 o'clock. Suddenly my phone rang and I saw it was my husband. I answered, and listened as he said he wanted to tell me right away that he had just eaten a slice of the blueberry pie with vanilla ice cream. The pie, of course, has settled and blended for a day. He waxed enthusiastic that it was now the best pie he had ever eaten, and enhanced by the vanilla ice cream. He said he just had to call and tell me! Wow! Not only a big blue berry, but a big blue ribbon!