I pulled a pie out of the freezer tonight. A wee one (of a few) I picked up at the Saskatoon farmers’ market earlier this summer, carefully toted home in my carry-on bag, then wrapped and stuck in the freezer, because what was I going to do with three pies at once? But if you ever go to the Saskatoon farmers’ market you will swoon at the sight of at least a dozen granny-types of all ages (and I mean that in the best possible way – I adored my grandma) selling handmade pies of all kinds. Cherry, apple, strawberry, rhubarb, Saskatoon… raisin pies, even. I was in pie heaven. Yet staying at a hotel and flying home the next day. You’d do the same, I know it.
Also? I think I paid $3 for this pie. Which turned out to be rhubarb-Saskatoon – can’t get much more Canadian than that. I was baking date squares for CBC tomorrow but my Dad was coming over for dinner, and not wanting him to ravage said date squares, I popped this into a pan and slid it into the oven alongside. It reheated beautifully.
Dinner itself was a salad of sweet onions and tomatoes my friend A. brought back from the Okanagan (along with peaches, nectarines and yellow plums!) with fresh (albeit wilty) basil, olive oil and balsamic. My dad (whom I love) said it wasn’t authentic – he likes his with Kraft zesty Italian dressing.
We had corn and radishes, and those bun-looking things on the right are Portobello mushrooms stuffed with Spolumbos sausage (from the butcher dept at Co-op) cooked on the grill.
But really I was just looking at the finish line: that pie. Which cooled to warm and we ate with our hands – big wedges of fruit encased in a pastry coat. I hardly missed the ice cream.
So. Speaking of pie.
I’ve been meaning to have another little get-together, since the potluck back in the spring (could it be as long ago as it was??) and I thought we might have a little pie party. What do you think? This time I’ll tell Mike about it, and try not to be in the shower when everyone arrives.
As last time, everyone is welcome, just leave a comment here and I’ll contact you. And if you want, you could bring a pie. It’ll be a pie potluck! I’ll get take-out containers so we can all have doggy bags. How does that sound? No pressure.
So if you want to join the pie party, let me know. I’d love to hang out over pie. (And coffee! And tea! And something bubbly! Is it too late for mojitos? Do they even go with pie?) I’m thinking it will be next Saturday, September 10th. Because there’s no time like sometime in the next two weeks.