Monday, February 19, 2007

Lisa Dewey Says:

*Our three basic needs for food and security and love are so mixed and
mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the
other.*
*~M.F.K. Fisher (1908-1992)*


Thinking of Diana (and Jim) I can only agree with MFK Fisher. When I
think of shared times together, I could dwell on the few years we worked
together but that would be yuck. I think of the wonderful meals we
shared and the multiple glasses of wine (and beer) sitting around the
table. The strongest memory of all is that perfect 4th of July summer
evening, eating dinner on the patio (when? 1993? 1994?), in Buck's
County where Jim was house sitting, and eating this Sour Cherry Crumb
Pie. Food, friends, love -- yes, life IS good. Thank you, Diana for
being a part of that. And Jim, now there's no excuse (except not being
able to find the ever-more elusive sour cherries) for this not to be
made for you -- well before you turn 60!

*/Sour Cherry Crumb Pie/*

1 prebaked 9-inch pie crust

Topping:
1/4 cup all purpose flour
1/2 cup sugar
Pinch of salt
6 tbsp (3/4 stick) unsalted butter, cut into small pieces
1/2 cup raw almonds, roughly chopped
Mix the flour, sugar and salt together in a small bowl. Add the butter,
working it in quickly and lightly with fingers. Stir in almonds and set
aside.

Filling:
1 tbsp quick-cooking tapioca
3 tbsp sugar
4 - 4 1/2 cups sour cherries, pitted
In a small bowl, combine tapioca and sugar. Layer the cherries into the
prebaked pie crust in thirds, alternating them with a sprinkling of the
tapioca mixture. Cover the cherries completely with the topping,
pressing down on it gently. Bake at 375° until the topping is golden and
juice is beginning to bubble through, about 45 minutes. Remove from oven
and let cool to room temperature.

1 Comments:

At 12:20 PM, Blogger Diana/Mom/Nonna said...

Funny. Thanks for the recipe (Jim thanks you too) and thanks for driving all the way from Maryland to come to my party. It was great to see you! Hope we can get together again before another year goes by. We need more time to talk. BTW, I NEVER think about working at Penn. When I think of you, what I first remember are all the meals and wine (especially the time we broke into a bottle using a knife instead of a corkscrew) and Maggie's birth. Good history!

 

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