DM and Preciousness

This girl, she knows how to capture a feeling in a photograph.  Check out Danica Myer’s photos from last week’s Pie, Piano and Poetry night here.  If you need a photographer, e-mail her!

What Was I Thinking?

Tonight showcased some absolutely beautiful spirits at Pie, Piano, and Poetry–Minneapolis Chapter (pan).  I drove up to the city after a long 4/20 day at school and a longer night previous filling out paperwork.  Tired was not an adequate description to my state upon parking my car.  But after some laughter, hugs, coconut cream, key lime, quotidian icons, emotional presence, homemade butterflies, fresh songs, fresh tries, and heart to heart discussion-confession, I drove home with lots of popping in my mind.

I can’t remember all the thoughts I had, but here are a few:

You gave my songs life again.
Privacy is special.
Satisfaction is enough.
Waiting to speak brings soft words.  Marinate in silence.
I want your songs to have life again.
I want you to have life.
How shall we stop-animate?
Porches. Porches. Porches.
Mandolins. Guitars. Dueling keyboards.
Tambourine.
Don’t be frustrated with yourself.  Accept yourself.  Accept your work.  Accept your heart.  Accept your creative voice.  Listen.
Be gentle.  Be gentile.  Be honest.
No rush.

Pie, Piano, and Poetry II

After months of joyously watching my sister carry on our Pie, Piano, and Poetry traditions in Indiana, around Christmas I grew eager enough to go out on a limb.   I realized that soulful photographer and hostess of Urban Porch Songs, Danica Myers, would be the perfect collaborator for an event in Northeast Minneapolis.  I e-mailed her like it was 2001.

We started making plans sometime in January and ended up with a house full of beautiful hearts on Friday, February 25, 2011.  The Minnesota chapter of Pie, Piano, and Poetry is officially an excellent idea.

Visit Danica’s blog for more reflections and photos of the evening’s sharing.  Then, dear friends, go, create, share

(Do feel free to share your art here, if you wish, by the way.)

Library Pie, I am tempted to name you Honesty Pie.

On Thursday, I was checking out books at the library (the ones you recommended) and I caught myself bursting into the most simple of smiles.  I uncontrollably, and very sappily, blurted to the librarian, “I love coming to the library.  I just love it.”  And with my mittened hand to my winter-coated heart, I added, “I love it so much that I couldn’t keep from telling you that.”  This kind, middle-aged librarian and her slightly older co-worker smiled sweetly back at me in my childlike state.  “That makes our night,” they said and I could see honesty in their eyes.  It held me.

As I walked out into the snowy evening, I rolled that conversation around in my head a few more times until it came out as a pie.  I put 5 cups of flour, 5 tablespoons of butter, 1/2 a cup of cold water, a pinch of salt, and a pinch more of sugar into a bowl.  I stirred it up and put it the fridge.  Then I took my 8 most truthful pears from all corners of the world, peeled them, sliced them, and arrayed them in a deep bowl.  I doused them to taste with cinnamon, nutmeg, brown sugar, and a teaspoon or two of cloves because honesty is flavored by our personal pallets.

I rolled out my crust from my tip toes to my finger tips and laid half of it in a glass pie pan.  In went the pears, on went a cup of chopped pecans, and over went the other half crust.  I pinched the sides to hold in the truth, the honesty, the realness.  I cut a heart in  the top, and a few stars to guide it home to a friend.  Brushing on the egg wash, I gave my pie a smile and wink.  “You’ll be all beautiful and golden, Honesty.”  Then it went into the oven for a good 75 minutes of 375 degrees Fahrenheit.

I shared my honesty with a few friends last night.  I shared it in the form of library pie, fresh whipped cream, violin strings, Pavlova’s tutu, flower skirts, elderberry syrup, drums, texted poetry, sketch books, and circuit board wallets.  It held me.  The honesty held me most.

 

The Hang Up Pie

The Beginning

2.5 cups flour
2 tbs butter
1/4 cup cold water
1/4 powdered sugar
MIX, DIVIDE INTO TWO, ROLL OUT, REFRIGERATE when not using

The Sweet Part

MELT
1/2 cup Ghiradelli chocolate chips
POUR into bottom of The Beginning
COVER chocolate with
1/4 cup crushed walnuts

The Big Part

ON THE STOVE COMBINE
2 cans cherry pie filling
1/2 cup red wine
sprinkle of ginger
sprinkle of cinnamon
Then POUR this over The Sweet Part

The Sweet Part Revisited

MELT 1/4 cup chocolate chips
POUR over The Big Part
POUR 1/4 cup crushed walnuts over the chocolate

The Finale

LATTICE the top crust and EGG WASH it
BAKE pie at 378 degrees for about 30 minutes
DRIZZLE chocolate over the lattice

The Analysis

SERVE with WHIP CREAM or VANILLA ICE CREAM

 

 

Things You Don’t Know About Me Pie

The Hidden Crust

COMBINE
2.5 cups flour
6 tablespoons butter
6 tablespoons shortening
pinch of salt
pinch of your own secret (cinnamon, ginger, cocoa powder…)
a splash of cold water
CHILL then ROLL OUT at appropriate time

The Hidden Inside

PEEL, SLICE thinly and DUMP into a big bowl
4 pears of your choice (red or green)
2 peaches of your choice (mild or strong)
4 shakes of cinnamon
3 shakes of nutmeg
1/2 a finely grated fresh ginger
3 tablespoons of flour
3 tablespoons brown sugar
MIX these

The Hidden Secrets

ROLL TWO PIE CRUST circles
each between two sheets of wax paper
in order to be able to smoothly
lay the crusts into the pan
and then over the filling.

CUT A CLEVER PICTURE
into the top crust, then
EGG WASH it. (one egg yolk and water mixture)

BAKE the pie at 375 DEGREES
about 30 MINUTES, or until
it’s GOLDEN BROWN

SERVE HOT with VANILLA ICE CREAM

Cocoa

As I taught an Eighth Grade English class the meaning of the word panacea, I decided that I do indeed believe chocolate is a panacea.  Here’s my formula for a drinkable wintertime, evening time, good time, or sorry time panacea:

IN A SAUCE PAN combine
1/4 cup cocoa powder
1/2 cup white sugar
generous sprinkling of cinnamon
MELT together on MEDIUM HEAT
STIRRING constantly with a WHISK
ADD
3-4 cups of milk, your preferred thickness and chocolate-ness
TURN UP THE HEAT
HEAT through the milk

makes about 4 cups of panacea

Beautiful Moment Pie

Step 1: The Beautiful Crust

COMBINE in mixer, then ROLL OUT
1.5 cups flour
3 tablespoons butter
3 tablespoons shortening
cold water to form consistency
BAKE 350 degrees for 10 minutes

Step 2: The Beautiful Foundation

COMBINE in mixer
1 package of cream cheese
1/3 cup powdered sugar
2 teaspoons lemon juice
SPREAD over partially baked pie crust

Step 3: The Beautiful Fruit

STIR then HEAT in saucepan
3 cups frozen  or fresh raspberries
1/2 cup sugar
2 teaspoons cornstarch
KEEP NEAR STOVE in saucepan

Step 4: The Beautiful Custard

STIR and HEAT until melted (don’t stop stirring)
1 cup sugar
4 teaspoons flour
2 teaspoons cornstarch
lemon juice to taste
may add a bit of water, maybe 1/4 cup if needed
allow this to thicken some

ADD
3 cups milk
4 egg yolks
4 tablespoons butter
1/4 to 1/2 teaspoon vanilla

ADD The Beautiful Raspberries to this saucepan and STIR

Step 4: The Beautiful Pie

Pour creamy raspberry custard into pie crust
BAKE at 350 degrees for 15 minutes

Pie will seem liquidy; that’s alright.
REFRIGERATE pie over night.

Step 5: The Beautiful Moment

TOP each slice with whip cream and a sprinkling of cocoa powder. (You could also sprinkle a little cinnamon with the cocoa powder.)
This is ESSENTIAL.  It’s part of the plan.

Beautiful moments take attention. I sadly did not get a picture of this pie before my family ate it up.

Is this my tree?

my oh my I know
not what I’ve done
this tree now
catches me, holds
me captive
have I not lived
here before
stepped lightly
branch to branch
new leaves on
solid wood confuse,
set aright, infuse
my senses fresh
I flew away in
winter, returning
home in spring
but I’m not sure
this is my tree

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