This is only the second pumpkin pie I have made. Ever. The last one was so long ago, that it was only as I tried to carry the over-filled pastry case to the Aga, that the memory came flooding back.
Funny how something can bring it all back. This time it was the trail of spilt pie filling on the floor. Oh yes, then I remembered that next time I made it, I was going to add the filling once the pastry case was already in the oven. Might have avoided the burnt spilt effect around the edge.
So a quick note to future self (and anyone else that might want to make pumpkin pie in an Aga):
Recipe – for a simple, but tasty pumpkin pie, I used this one (instructions are for a conventional oven). For the pastry case, I used my usual sweet pastry recipe. Rolled out, put in a greased pie dish and left to rest in the fridge, while I prepared the rest.
Ingredients – I used a pumpkin that was for cooking not carving (£1.20 from Sainsburys), which I de-seeded and sliced up. Then roasted on the floor of the roasting oven. Took about 30 minutes. Easy to scoop the flesh out of the skin.
Preparation notes – Mash the pumpkin flesh with a potato masher to make it into puree. Squeeze as much liquid out of the puree as humanly possible. Next, I put all the pie filling ingredients in my Kitchen Aid bowl and mixed them thoroughly with the wire whisk.
Baking notes – I put the pie on the Continue reading
There has been an alarming increase in the height of my children recently. It always happens in the spring. They seem to shoot up, as soon as the sun hits. The Teen is near enough my height now, and her sister seems able to look me in the eye a little bit more easily, than I’d care to admit.
And as for the Boy, well he is taking on the appearance of someone who has begun to stretch. Looking just as willowy as his sisters. Watch any of them for long enough, and I swear you can see them growing.
Now, they are not managing this on meal times alone. Continue reading
They say that when you flip a coin to decide an outcome, you should listen to the voice inside you. As the coin spins mid-air, the chances are that the voice will be urging the coin to land on one particular side. Deep down, this is the option you actually yearn.
It’s true. Taking a step back in time, that decision was there, inside, before you even reached for the coin, but it wasn’t easy to isolate from all the background noise.
The coin flip is a trigger. Creating a moment in time when a decision becomes clear. Not that a coin is the only trigger of this kind. Thank goodness. Otherwise we’d be unable to walk down a street, or sit in a restaurant, without risk of injury from flying coins. Can you imagine? Continue reading