There are so many reasons why I love what’s happening right here.
We might just start with it’s pie, and it’s ice cream… together.
No man, woman or child alive can question my unadulterated passion for ice cream.
And one time, I wrote a really not good poem all about pie.
Adore them both. Adore them together. Pie and ice cream might just be my nomination for couple of the year.
The ice cream part… that reminds me of my mom. My mom instilled in me a deep zeal for frozen dairy. There are a few things you should know about my mom–
- My mom is the bomb.
- She is a most intensive ice cream enthusiast.
- Today is her birthday.
Thanks for shleping me to a billion dress rehearsals and sitting through every single performance of my dance recitals, thanks for 9 years of school dance make-up, thanks for not attempting to style my hair after that one tearful incident, thanks for passing on your ridiculous goofiness that keeps people questioning my sanity to this very day, thanks for keeping the freezer stocked with ice cream, thanks for forever telling me that I’m cooler than I really am, thanks for showing me that you can make the best of any situation as long as you maintain an aptitude for composing absurd little songs at random, thanks for continually making tactless jokes about my awkward phases in life… sometimes, they’re actually funny.
Thanks for being my mom.
Happy Birthday, Ma.
Then on the other hand, the pie part reminds me of my dad. My dad doesn’t much do cake; he’s more of a pie guy. In fact, his mom would have to bake him birthday pies rather than cakes during his youth. Just a few things you should know about my dad–
- My dad is rad.
- He’s an avid pie enthusiast.
- The day after tomorrow, he turns 50. Woah.
Thanks for staying up all night to make sure I turned in A+ worthy school projects whenever I’d procrastinate (every time), thanks for acting like my cakes are the greatest thing you’ve ever consumed even though you’d rather be eating pie, thanks for encouraging me to be whatever I wanted to be, thanks for allowing me to make my own mistakes without rubbing my nose in the messes they caused, thanks for letting me grow up surrounded by constant live music, thanks for teaching me to consume critically, thanks for defending me against any and everyone, thanks for sitting out on all the scary rides at Universal Studios/Disney World/Six Flags with me, thanks for letting me have a cat when I turned 10… I know you despised her.
Thanks for being my daddy.
Happy [almost] Birthday, Pa.
So yeah, I reckon it’s a big week. Happy b-days to the folks who have given me countless gifts unprecedented, the greatest parents alive.
And in the category of other reasons I love this combo of pie and ice cream…
Lavender and blueberries taste like summer. Summer tastes good.
The berries for this pie came from my best friend’s Grandma’s farm. Best friends, grandmas, farms in Dixie, Georgia and field-fresh produce all rank among some of my favorite things.
Bringing together berry pie and ice cream allows me to force this ditty upon you without shame. Proceed to enjoy thoroughly.
Blueberry Crumble Pie
For the crust & crumble
- 2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 tsp salt
- 2/3 cup vegetable shortening
- 4-6 Tbsp ice water
- 1/4 cup brown sugar
- 1 Tbsp butter, melted
- 1/4 tsp cinnamon
- 6 cups fresh blueberries– washed,dried and picked over to remove any stems
- 1 cup granulated sugar
- 1 Tbsp fresh lemon juice
- 3 Tbsp cornstarch
- 1 Tbsp butter
Honey Lavender Ice Cream
Adapted from Martha Stewart
Yields about 1 quart
- 2 cups whole milk
- 1/4 cup dried lavender
- 1/3 cup local honey
- 5 large egg yolks
- 1/4 cup sugar
- 1 cup heavy cream
In a medium saucepan, combine milk, lavender, and honey. Bring to a gentle boil, cover, and remove from heat. Let steep for 5 minutes. Strain mixture, reserving milk and discarding lavender.