If you take a look at your calendar and check out the entry for this coming Sunday you can probably guess what we're cooking this week. That's assuming you're an American and write down the date the wrong way round with the month first.
That's right. It's 3.14, a number which surely strikes a chord.
And what better way is there to spend pi day than to bake a buttermilk pie!
Over Christmas the lady and I ate a variety of fine, fine pies but perhaps the finest we came across was the one you can see below. It came as part of an outstanding, if life-shorteningly unhealthy, meal that also included the unbelievably tasty fried banana peppers you see before you now.
My compliments to the pie producer were so effusive that along with the bill I was slipped a copy of the recipe. This week we shall attempt to recreate it!
As you can see the recipe calls for a 10" frozen crust. We'll make our own instead using the ever reliable Delia as our guide. A 10" pie is really too big (and look at all of that sugar and butter!) and I planned on reducing the recipe. I've decided that we'll go with it as it is though but I'll insist on a solemn pledge to get a whole load of this stuff out of our respective homes ASAP after baking to remove the temptation. We should both be extremely popular with our colleagues next week! The recipe has a whopping 4000 calories in it.
We'll make pastry as per Delia using 150g of flour.
In metric the recipe for the filling goes like this:
110g melted butter
pinch of salt
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
Mix all of this together and put it into the prepared crust. Bake at gas mark 6 or 400 Farenheit for 45 minutes or til it quits jigglin!
I've been waiting and waiting for the day I'd eat this again. This weekend should live long in the memory!