Friday Pie-day (and a follow up on the paint or no paint dilemma)

To start, I still have not made a decision about painting the chairs. I do agree with people who said they need more information, so the child and I are going to JoAnn’s today to pick out some fabrics. I will post the choices Monday and you folks can tell me what you think. It is pretty divided down the middle,  I love that people are passionate about what to do with $7.50 chairs; it makes me feel normal :).

Today’s post is not a DIY or renovation post, but a recipe for pie. I thought Friday would be a good day for a Pie-day. Delicious, sweet blackberry pie.

Blackberry Pie & Sunflowers-summer on a table

When I was little we lived on a dirt road in one of the cutest named towns ever, Fawn Grove (the street signs have baby deer on them and the phrae “A Deer Little Town”, the hubby finds these signs amusing). Every summer black raspberry, blackberry and wineberry bushes along the roadside and the wood edge would fill up with plump, sticky berries. We would pick them to eat and to make pies with. When you are little, living in the middle of nowhere and being able to eat berries straight from the bush is awesome. This is part of the reason why I wanted to move when we were given the opportunity, children should have wild spaces to roam.

Still, even though I spent my childhood living in a very rural area, roaming all over the woods and creek beds, I still have a lot of anxiety about moving from Harrisburg to really rural, really small, Klingerstown, PA (population 102 according to Wikipedia). When I start to feel myself panic I try to think about all the good things that will come with the move, because there are a lot. For instance, moving an hour away from a grocery store with an organic section is not a big deal when you can pick your own berries for pies and jams from your backyard. I had every intention of picking berries after mom and I put the sink together on Tuesday to make the hubby a birthday pie, but we ran out of time. Instead I bought some beautiful local berries and made this old-fashioned and yummy Blackberry Sugar Pie inspired by The Runaway Spoon. I was intrigued by the simplicity of the recipe: pie crust, berries, milk, sugar and flour. I added two other ingredients, a splash of lemon juice and a little salt. For the pie crust, I used a recipe for the “best pie crust” from Eat, Live, Run. Check out the results (taken from my phone, I was too lazy this AM to get out the camera):

Slice o’pie

If you are in the mood to make some pie but not totally turned on by latticing crust or peeling peaches, try this one. Obviously it was a hit in our house (I did not even get a picture of it before someone ate it for breakfast; I will not mention names).

Blackberry pie, breakfast of Olympians

Make sure you check back on Monday to weigh in on the fabric choices for the wooden chairs, and in the meantime I will daydream about sitting in my newly installed kitchen, with a big mug of hot coffee and some home-made pie.  I am really trying to instill a no-stress or at least a low-stress philosophy as the summer wraps up. Renovations will continue to renovate and I will continue to waver on life-altering decisions like chair painting, what kind of tub to put in the bathroom (post coming next week), who has better abs, Lochte or Phelps, etc, etc.

Are you making any pies this weekend or cooking up something delicious and summery? Let me know in the comments below; I get really excited when my comment icon lights up orange :).