Every year I’ve thought of entering the Clallam County Fair but have never quite gotten around to it…until now.
On Friday night, I looked at the fair website. Deadline for pie entry: Monday 3PM.
I decided to go for it. This was the year!
Saturday, I spent the day gatheringthe ingredientsand headed to the Port Angeles Farmer’s Market for fruit.
Blueberries and late season rhubarb looked great. I bought enough for pies, added them to my basket and headed home.
Monday was two days away and I wanted the pies to be as fresh as possible so decided to wait until Sunday night to make the pies.
On Sunday morning Lady and I walked to my favorite blackberry spot. I had picked there the previous week and knew there would be plenty of really ripe berries. I knew it would be easy pickin’. When I got there I couldn’t believe it had been hacked back severely.
Who would cut down “my” blackberry patch!
After getting over the shock, I sized up the situation. There were enough for a pie but the picking was not going to be as easy as it had been; the ripe ones were high and scant. Ever faithful and patient Lady, found a spot to stretch out nearby while I picked a bucketful.
Getting the workspace ready was next. I love seeing clean counters and an orderly space just waiting to be creatively…messed up!
Around 10:30PM there were disks of dough chilling in the fridge. It was at this point that I realized this this was going to prove to be one heck of a late night project.
I started playing favorite music that has meaning to me, James Taylor, Joni Mitchell, CSN&Y, Carol King…
At 11:35PM, two pies in the oven; blackberry and blueberry.
Time for a tea break.
Never sit down if you want to keep going. Right? There was a serious moment when I thought that baking the remaining ones in the morning would be okay…or, that maybe two pies were enough. A hot bath and bed sounded really good.
Maybe it has something to do with all the do do do do do’s in the chorus but when CSN&Y Suite Judy Blue Eyes started playing, I got my second wind.
12:49AM: Blueberry and blackberry out of the oven and cooling on the counter.
Really going for it now.
Cut up rhubarb
roll out bottom crust
put filling in
roll out top crust
Okay, three pies would be enough. Yes?
One more, something inside me said “Kate, make one more pie.”
Reaching for two jars of home-canned Montmorency cherries I took a deep breath, asked the patron saint of pie bakers (is there one?) to stand by me. My friend Roger Downey gave those cherries to me and I had been saving them for something really special. This was it…sour cherry pie.
At 2:58AM 4 pies cooling on the counter:
sour cherry pie
Taken one last look at them, I headed to bed. I think I was asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.