Recipe: blueberry pie
We watched as two young men played around in the snow, trying to impress their female companions. They were goofing off, acting stupidly. I turned to Cory and said, “So if one of those guys got himself into trouble, would you go rescue him?” Cory squinted under his sunglasses and looked in their direction then looked back at Jeremy who was setting an anchor in the snow, “Yeah, I would.” Cory, our wise Zen Master of the Mountain, taught us crevasse rescue several years ago. More than that, he taught us to be mindful of the mountains and their weather. Most of the time when we are in the backcountry, Jeremy is the most cautious one of the bunch. I think that’s partly his nature, but it’s also because of his training and experience in high-angle search and rescue. Cory is the only person I’ve met who is more careful than Jeremy. Cory is good people.
jeremy on the flanks of mount baker
You might think that if someone were in trouble, it’s a no-brainer to go and help them out, right?
We were hiking Saturday morning on a favorite trail of ours, making good time toward Pawnee Peak. As we neared the last set of switchbacks to the pass, we heard rockfall in the distance and hollering. Rockfall isn’t all that uncommon, but hollering – it sounded like someone was getting mauled. The wind was strong and I stopped, straining to listen. I asked Jeremy if he heard what I heard and he said yes. Then there was a distant shout to the east. Jeremy left the trail walking to the edge of the plateau that looked across a basin to a craggy ridge. I followed and we listened. Calls for help. We scanned the steep, loose slopes below the ridge for signs of a person, but nothing was visible. Jeremy said we needed to head back down the trail to get closer and see if we could locate the person. We returned to the trail and quickly made our way back across the plateau. A woman rounded the corner and we asked her if she had heard anything. Yes, she had. We asked if she had cell reception (we tried the iphone – nada). She said she had a spot transmitter – that it would notify authorities with her GPS location. Jeremy’s face lit up, but she said, “It won’t do any good because they’ll come here to me.” She asked if we were heading down and we said yes, that at least one of us was planning to go to the trailhead to get help and we were going to try and locate the person calling for help. She said, “Oh good, then I won’t bother going if you’re going.” She told us she was going to continue on up. We offered that there was no way to reach the person by going up. She insisted that this was the only way she could help, by maybe spotting him from above and she forged ahead. Really?! REALLY?! We were astonished. Neither of us believed her.
Jeremy was annoyed, but he didn’t want to waste any more time and we continued down. Why wouldn’t she offer to help? She could have handed that spot transmitter to Jeremy and if he located the fellow, could have sent for help right away with coordinates – it’s all about time. We figured she was just a selfish woman (not the word I used) who wanted to finish her hike. Nevermind that a man’s life could be on the line. I paused to listen and shouted back several times on the way down (because as Jeremy says – I’ve got the pipes) and we heard a few more calls for help. When we reached the closest point on the trail to the basin, a woman was there with two packs. Her husband had gone into the basin to try and locate the victim. Jeremy handed me unnecessary stuff that would slow him down. I gave him what little food we carried, and anything first-aid worthy. He said he was going to try and find the guy and maybe stabilize him if he could and that after I contacted authorities, we’d meet at the trailhead. With that, he set off – his sights on the scree slopes above. I took off down the trail and encountered a hasty search team a few miles later. I stopped to give them information. Someone who was climbing with the victim had run out for help ahead of me. That’s whose pack was on the side of the trail at one of the junctions. When I hiked out, the parking lot was full of Sheriff’s, emergency, and mountain rescue vehicles.
lots of commotion
I spoke to an officer who was taking witness accounts. The young man sitting across from the officer was the one who had run out for help. He looked so shaken. The officer took me to the search team and I showed them on the map where we thought the voice was coming from. The gentleman asked if they should approach from Blue Lake. No, no, I said. He’s on the south side of the ridge, approach from Long Lake. I realized that he wasn’t familiar with this part of the backcountry – rescue teams come from a wide area to help. I waited for Jeremy as teams of two and three carrying all manner of emergency equipment: a litter, oxygen tanks, racks of climbing gear, braces, first aid, marched into the forest. Helicopters thumped overhead. A couple of hours later, Jeremy emerged. Two other well-intentioned hikers had wandered about with no progress, but Jeremy got to within a few hundred feet of the victim. Turns out it was a father and his adult son. The father had fallen, the son went to find him and we assume was the one calling for help. Jeremy communicated a little with the son, but couldn’t get up to the rock chute without climbing gear. He heard coughing, some rock movement, but then nothing more. He went down and met with a search and rescue pair. They told him several SAR members were already on the plateau headed for Pawnee Peak. Jeremy said they wouldn’t be able to reach them from Pawnee Peak because of the technical ridge. They didn’t know where the victim was, so Jeremy pointed to the easternmost chute on the ridge and said he located them there. The safest way to reach him was by helicopter.
from an old photo of mine, jeremy showed me where the victim was
We learned via (really poorly reported) news that the man was airlifted out and that he was alive, albeit with severe injuries. We were relieved. Then we were angry because of this report (now defunct). Apparently, the woman we ran into on the trail whose hike was more important than helping someone in trouble was the one in the story. She most certainly didn’t activate her rescue beacon as soon as she heard the rock fall. We heard the accident around 9:05 am and we ran into her around 9:15 when she insisted it would do no good to signal for help. Even better than that, we now know why she wanted to finish her hike so badly… to write up a bloody trip report (also now defunct) published at 5:51 am Sunday morning. Despicable woman. What is wrong with some people?!
Okay, enough about that (I hate wasting energy on jerks). I’ve got quite a bit of travel coming up and I wanted to post this summer recipe before mid-autumn came and smacked me upside the head. You don’t see a lot of pies on urb. I love pie. Love pie. If I make a pie – especially a fruit pie – I will eat it. It beckons. That’s why I don’t make pie. I know, it’s an odd form of self-control, but it works.
summer’s bounty – blueberries
and butter, how apropos
As a I’ve mentioned in the past, my favorite way to eat fruit is straight up and fresh. The most wonderful thing about summer fruit is the (almost) overabundance. That’s when you don’t feel so guilty about using some of that bounty in a dessert… like pie.
add cold, cubed butter to dry ingredients
pulse, add water, gather the dough in a disk (or two)
Pies are dangerously simple. It’s a little scary how simple, because after you make one you think to yourself, “I should do this more often.” I made two of these pies because we dug into the first one so quickly, I never got a photograph. Following Elise’s recipe for blueberry pie, I used flour the first time around. That was excellent, but very oozy.
roll out chilled dough
line the pie plate
The second pie was prompted when I saw Elise’s post on blackberry pie. She used quick cooking instant tapioca instead of flour. I thought that might help the oozing and made a substitution, but kept everything else (the lemon peel, lemon juice, cinnamon, sugar) the same.
grated lemon peel
toss the fruit with everything
There is nothing quite so satisfying as mixing ingredients together in a large bowl and dumping it into a pie dish. In summer, I don’t want to sit around meticulously folding tiny pastries into delicate shapes. Kitchen-time takes a backseat to outdoor-time, you know?
dot the fruit with bits of butter
top with the other pie crust and crimp the edges
Pie is also forgiving in that “it’s rustic” way. My pies never come out perfectly and I’m okay with that *twitch*. It is part of the allure. A poorly shaped, frosted, and decorated cake doesn’t look rustic, it looks abused. But a pie? Charming.
brush the top with egg wash
cut slits in the top to release steam
When I baked the pie, I slid a foil-lined baking sheet onto the rack below the pie per Elise’s suggestion. It caught a few berry oozes, but more than that, it caught some of the butter dripping off the edge of the crust. Good call there.
love the pie
The tapioca version of pie held together better than the flour version, but there was still plenty of oozing. That’s just the nature of the pie, because if you aren’t trying to photograph a proper slice of blueberry pie, no one really cares if the luscious, glistening, deep purple berries spill across the plate. They won’t stay on the plate for very long at all.
just tell yourself it’s a serving of fruit
slightly modified from Simply Recipes
double all-butter pie crust
2 1/2 cups flour
16 tbsps unsalted butter, very cold and cut into 1/2-inch cubes
1 tsp salt
1 tsp sugar (3 tsps sugar for a sweet recipe)
4-8 tbsps ice water
Place butter cubes in freezer for at least 15 minutes to firm up and ensure they are cold. Place the flour, salt, and sugar in a food processor and pulse together. Add the butter and pulse until it resembles coarse meal with pea-sized bits of butter. Drizzle the water a tablespoon at a time, pulsing after each addition until it all starts to clump together. Empty the dough onto a clean surface and gently press together to form two disks. Try not to knead or work the dough too much, it will make the crust tough. Wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least an hour. Remove from refrigerator and let sit at room temperature for 5-10 minutes. I like to place the dough on a large piece of plastic wrap on my work surface, then place another piece of plastic wrap on top and roll the dough out between the plastic. It makes it easier to handle the pastry when I want to transfer it to the pie dish. Roll it out to about a 12-inch circle and 1/8-inch thickness. Remove the top sheet of plastic and invert onto the pie dish. When the dough is arranged where you want it, peel off the second sheet of plastic (definitely don’t leave that on!). Chill in refrigerator for about a half hour.
6 cups fresh blueberries, rinsed, de-stemmed (if using frozen, defrost and drain)
1 lemon, grated zest of
1 tbsp lemon juice
3 tbsps quick cooking instant tapioca (or 1/4 cup flour)
1/2 cup sugar
1/4 tsp cinnamon
2 tbsps butter (unsalted), cut into small pieces
for egg wash
1 tbsp milk
In a large bowl, gently toss the blueberries with the lemon zest, lemon juice, tapioca or flour, sugar, and cinnamon. Pour the blueberries into the pastry-lined pie dish and distribute butter cubes on top of the blueberries. Roll out the second half of the dough (use same technique as listed above) and set it on top of the berries. Fold the top edges of the dough under the bottom dough and crimp. Chill the pie in the refrigerator for another 30 minutes or until dough is firm. Heat the oven to 425°F. In a small bowl, whisk the egg and milk together. When the pie is ready, take it out of the refrigerator and brush the top with the egg wash. Make four incisions in the top of the pie to release steam while baking. Bake 20 minutes then reduce heat to 350°F and bake for an additional 30 to 40 minutes (40 for me at 8500 ft.) or until the juices are bubbling and thick. Cool on a wire rack and serve at room temperature.