Sunday, April 06, 2008

Lemon Pie

 


I haven't made one of these in a long time. My husband loves them. Youngest daughter won't eat a bite. I had a hankering for the taste of lemon meringue pie yesterday so I spent a happy hour puttering in the kitchen.

On the spur of the moment I called our son and his wife and they joined us for dinner. Lemon pie is his favourite as well. His wife doesn't like it, so she joined youngest daughter in having a scoop of red raspberry sherbet instead.

I tried making pastry the oil method. It worked well although the pastry doesn't hold together very well. But the pie...oh the gentle lemon pucker, smooth texture, marshmallowy meringue - it all combined into a wonderful experience.

I don't use a packaged lemon filling, but the recipe from Betty Crocker's red covered cookbook that I got as a bride 31 years ago. The page is stained signifying the amount of use it's received. Freshly squeezed lemon juice, eggs, sugar, cornstarch and water is all it takes.
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5 comments:

  1. thanks for your sweet comments! lemon merengue pie my favorite! i use that betty crocker cookbook all the time too ~ it's a sight, especially the baking sections, because that's all i really want to make. oh, now i'm craving one of these pies! xo

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  2. that is the same recipe my mom always used, and yes, it is wonderful!

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  3. I L-O-V-E lemon pie. It was a favorite of my grandmas and I inherited her taste for it. Best taste ever! And I am a chocoholic but something about lemon pie is more tempting to me! If given a choice, that is. Why not both? :-)

    Blessings,
    Melissa

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  4. I could eat a slice right now.
    Nic e pics from hols and the Tuscan shop window looks very inviting. I have just finished reading '1000 days in Tuscany'

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  5. This is the prettiest pie! I would love to be able to have slice.
    Your pretties above are wonderful. I especailly like the shimmer and shine cross.

    Nancy

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