I think I’d made a three-tier wedding cake before I faced down my fear of pie.
Back then, just the idea of pie crust — actually, the idea of anything that required a rolling pin — was enough to chase me from the kitchen. Had there been a pie therapist in town, I might have signed up for sessions. Instead, I spent a day with a friend who knew her way around dough, made a pie with her and then made a pie every day for weeks and weeks after.
That was before people were talking about how many times you have to do something to perfect a skill. (Had I known that the number hovered around 1,000, I might have stayed a scaredy-cat.) And it was also before the food processor, the game-changer in piedom. (You can make the dough without a machine, too. Read on.)
Today, I’ll make a pie like this double-crusted blueberry beauty even on days when I’m crazy busy. Contrary to what I used to think, pie is no biggie, and it can be tucked into almost any day. And it should be fit into these days, when fruits are so pie-worthy.