I baked 2 rhubarb pies today for Miss Roberta. Miss Roberta called me last night and said she had some rhubarb, but didn’t want to make the pies. She always calls me like this, it’s pretty funny: She’ll bring me all the ingredients, all the baking vessels…and then try to give me money. She’s so cute.
It’s a really pretty…uh, is it a vegetable or fruit? Well, either way, it’s about to become 2 pies. I put it in a colander:
because Grandma’s cryptic recipe said to “pour boiling water over it. drain” I chose 2 cups.
While that’s draining, we need pie crust. I already had pie crusts in the freezer, so if this post works out, I’ll do a whole post dedicated to my pie crust process…for now, let’s just look at the pretty pictures (and my new rolling pin). This recipe calls for a double crust…here’s the bottom:
Isn’t it awesome? I broke my other one. I break everything.
EASE the crust into the pie plate. EASE! Don’t force! It will shrink. How do I know this? From experience, dude. From experience.
Okay, Ladies and Gentlemen: We have come to the portion of our program when our dedicated Blogger forgot to document part of the process. I’m sure that those of you who know our blogger personally are fully aware of her forgetful nature, lack-of-attention-to-details, and her ability to run off track easily. Evidence therein, check.
Sprinkle the bottom of the pie crust with the flour/sugar mixture. I didn’t measure, I just sprinkled. Probably about 1/4 cup.
“Mix, Mix. Stir, stir. I married young. It’s all a blur.” Wow, I really miss “Kids in the Hall”.
This picture doesn’t move us forward in the recipe, I just like it so I put it in.
Then “Dot with Butter”…the single greatest line in the history of recipes. I use margarine.
You’ll notice that I don’t mess around with that “dot with butter” thing…I’m “Go Big or Go Home” with everything I do.
I took a few shots of this, I think it’s really cool.

Cut off the excess crust and flute the edges:
My fluting technique was taught to me by Judy Decker, our high school home ec teacher. I don’t remember anything else from that class, but by golly, I remember how to flute a pie.
I tried to take a picture of me fluting the pie: I balanced my camera on a box of Cheez-its, lined myself up, then tried to push the button on the camera with my nose. No workie. I’ll show ya how I do it when I hire a photographer. Or invest in a tripod.
As I said, this recipe is for one pie, but Miss Roberta didn’t have any more rhubarb. So this will be twice as much filling in one pie when you make it. Make sense? Yeah, me neither.
Egg wash coming up: I have two eggs here, but you only need one.
I really love eggs. I love the way they look like this…Yeah, I’m pretty weird. There’s also about 2 tablespoons of water in there. Again, you only need one egg, and probably 1 tbsp of water.
Awkward shot: I’m brushing left-handed and trying to take the picture with my right hand…I have GOT to get a photographer.
We are ready for the oven! I put everything on baking sheets…Mostly to protect the bottom of my oven, but also to protect my food: My oven sometimes decides it wants to scorch the bottom of my pies. Sometimes. Never sure when. Unpredictable oven <---My Least Favorite thing. So I just put everything on an old jellyroll pan:

Girl, I just love me a beautiful pie. I could stare at this for hours.






