So, in the height of the heat wave (which has since broken but I am still complaining about), The Fates willed me to make a pie.
Uh, yeah, right. About that...
It was kind of not happening.
Pies need ovens.
Ugh. Seriously? Ugh.
But then, inspiration struck.
A post from the fearless Soup Addict came across my inbox - kind of like she was reading my mind. (Which I wouldn't wish on any one - my mind is one heckuva scary place. Just sayin'.)
Daring me to make a pie in the heat.
But lose the oven.
Yes, my friends,she took it to the grill.
And in my heat-induced delirium, I followed suit.
The filling was cooked as directed. (Blueberries & raspberries had popped up in that week's CSA box).
I quartered the dough recipe (pie tops and I don't always do so well together) - I used a whole wheat pastry flour & threw it in a cast iron skillet.
Filled up the pie. Folded up the sides. And threw it on the hot grill.
If my neighbors weren't already used to all the insane things that go on my grill, they probably would have been worried.
But I think they are finally getting used to me. The crazy girl next door - a little off her rocker, but generally harmless. Frankly, I think if you are generally quiet (i.e.be friendly but mind your own business) and keep your lawn looking nice, almost anything else can be overlooked. It's the secret to being a good neighbor, I think.
Other than burning the bottom of the crust (I still have some technique perfecting to do), it all worked out admirably well.
If you can avoid turning on the oven & still come out the other end with a pie, then I say win-win.
What's next - genoise? Macarons? Mwahahahahahaha.... Look out world, this girl's got a grill and she's not afraid to use it.
This post participates in Tuesdays with Dorie. The recipe for Blueberry Nectarine Pie can be found on the site of this week's hosts: Hilary of Manchego’s Kitchen and Liz of That Skinny Chick Can Bake.