My parents have always told my sister and I that knowing how to make a good pie is a critical skill. And with boyfriends that both appreciate a good pie, we have to agree.
That’s why I was excited to make this blueberry nectarine pie while Tom was home earlier in July. Though it wasn’t due til now, I figured that making a pie together would be great fun–and maybe convince him to come back? Okay, it ended up unfortunately not having that magical power (nothing seems to!), but it still was absolutely delicious. And one day, he’ll hopefully really appreciate my pie-making ability.
Though she didn’t get the final pie, Rachel agreed that the nectarines were tasty. She just chased the blueberries around on the floor, but she loved eating the juicy stone fruit.
The top crust wasn’t the prettiest, because I didn’t chill the shortening. It still worked, though the dough fell apart and was difficult to piece back together. But Tom said the crust was his favorite part, because it was buttery and flaky. I loved the filling, which was partially cooked before baking with lemon zest to brighten up the flavors.
We ate this pie for dessert, and breakfast in the car, and after a wedding in Norfolk, and back home in Fredericksburg after a day at the beach. Emma spent the night at my house to watch Rachel while we were gone, and I bribed her with a full fridge, including the pie.
On Sunday, she stayed much later than either of us intended. Why? “I’d be doing the same thing at my apartment, but you have internet and cable. And pie.” Good choice. Pie is always an important factor.
My mom made the pie the same day as the biscotti. She and my dad also agreed that this pie was fantastic — and deserved to be baked again.