Ask any number of cooks about their first experiences in the kitchen and you will likely get reminiscences of childhood. Many chefs can recount learning at the apron hem of a mother or grandmother. Others will recall a seminal moment in the making of their culinary minds.
One of my favorite seminal moments regards Chef Bobby Flay, who at 8 years of age asked his parents for a Christmas gift of an Easy-Bake Oven, which he did receive, apparently to his father’s chagrin, oven's being girl-stuff. Being of Flay’s generation, I completely understand the appeal of the Easy-Bake Oven, ubiquitous in the ‘70’s, in which one could bake a miniature cake with the heat of a light bulb. I wanted one of those so desperately you cannot even imagine. My parents never took the hint.
(Note the tag-line. And the tie-in, Good marketing, that.)
Luckily, they did allow me to bake in the real oven (supervised, of course). And the very first thing I ever remember learning to bake was an apple pie. The irony in my learning how to prepare this American staple is that I learned it in Buttevant, Co. Cork, Ireland from my Irish Grandma.
I was 4 years old and we were in her kitchen. It was the first time (and actually the last) that I did anything with my grandmother, my previous visit being as an infant. The pie baking episode was also the only time all three generations of women in my family would ever have that experience together.
My grandparent’s lived in a small cottage across from a cow pasture on a small piece of land where two roads diverged. Grandpa, a quiet blacksmith, and grandma, a formidable woman, had raised 10 children in that tiny house. It was damp and cold, but from the small high window in the bathroom you could hear the chickens out back talking to each other.
My grandparent’s lived in a small cottage across from a cow pasture on a small piece of land where two roads diverged. Grandpa, a quiet blacksmith, and grandma, a formidable woman, had raised 10 children in that tiny house. It was damp and cold, but from the small high window in the bathroom you could hear the chickens out back talking to each other.
I think Grandma chose to make an apple pie as a special treat for my dad, “the Yank”. We made the pastry dough from scratch of course, cutting cold butter into the flour. We peeled and chopped apples and tossed them in sugar and cinnamon. After the top crust was placed over the apples, my mom showed me how to score the edge with a fork. When the pie was done, it was served with cups of hot tea with milk and sugar: a quintessentially American dessert with a quintessentially Irish beverage.
As I grew up, my mom and I would occasionally bake an apple pie together, usually for a holiday or special occasion. We invariably ended up making an absolute mess of the kitchen, but we didn't care because we were laughing and talking and having so much fun. After I was on my own, mom would stay over for girls' nights and on one occasion we decided to bake a pie together like we did when I was a little. It is one of my fondest memories.
Mom was not naturally inclined to culinary pursuits. So, for the dishes that she did prepare, she relied heavily on her Betty Crocker cookbook (Betty was busy in those days, what with the Easy-Bake and all). Today that cookbook is mine. For the most part, it is pristine, but the section on pies, and particularly apple pies, is dog-eared and scorched.
Betty Crocker Apple Pie
Standard Pastry (9 inch two-crust pie)
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup plus 2 tablespoons shortening
4 to 5 tablespoons cold water
In medium bowl, mix 2 cups flour and 1 teaspoon salt. Cut in shortening, using pastry blender (or pulling 2 table knives through ingredients in opposite directions), until particles are size of small peas. Sprinkle with cold water, 1 tablespoon at a time, tossing with fork until all flour is moistened and pastry almost cleans side of bowl (1 to 2 teaspoons more water can be added if necessary).
Gather pastry into a ball. Divide in half; shape into 2 flattened rounds on lightly floured surface. Wrap in plastic wrap; refrigerate about 45 minutes or until dough is firm and cold, yet pliable. This allows the shortening to become slightly firm, which helps make the baked pastry more flaky. If refrigerated longer, let pastry soften slightly before rolling.
Filling
3/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup all purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
dash of salt (abt. 1/8 teaspoon)
6 cups thinly sliced pared tart apples
2 tablespoons butter or margarine
Heat oven to 425.
With floured rolling pin, roll one pastry round into round 2 inches larger than upside-down 9-inch glass pie plate. Fold pastry into fourths; place in pie plate. Unfold and ease into plate, pressing firmly against bottom and side.
In large bowl, mix sugar, flour, the cinnamon, nutmeg and salt. Stir in apples until well mixed. Turn into pastry-lined pie pan. Dot with butter (cut into small pieces).
Fold other pastry round into fourths and cut slits so steam can escape. Unfold top pastry over filling; trim overhanging edge 1 inch from rim of plate. Seal and flute edges. Cover edge with 2- to 3-inch strip of foil to prevent excessive browning.
Bake 40 to 50 minutes or until crust is brown and juice begins to bubble through slits in crust, removing foil for last 15 minutes of baking. Serve warm if desired.