In my family, pie is significant. My Granny used to make a pie a day: one piece for Pops & one for each of the kids. Granny taught my mom how to make pie crust from scratch & she in turn, taught me. Over the past few years I have been slowly perfecting the amounts (which haven’t been written down) & the technique.
Pie brings people together; no one bakes a pie without plans to share it. Pie also symbolizes shared resources; everyone wants a piece of the pie. –Tao of Pie
In an old issue of Readymade magazine, there was an amazing article entitled the Tao of Pie. It talks about a (for profit) pie shop in the Mission district of San Francisco that is part of a not-for-profit education program for urban students. Not only do they get the work (& life) experience for growing amazing produce, but then those ingredients are transported to Mission Pie – where students assist in making the pies! & they get class credit.
It made me think about my own personal Tao of Pie. Am I too picky? Am I a pie snob? Granted, my quest for the perfect crust is borderline obsessive. I’m nearing a recipe I’m semi-content with. & I’ll share my process along the way, don’t worry. I’m all about sharing pie.