How Pie Keeps Me Steady
Kati Szilágyi for BuzzFeed News
My first pies were blackberry. In August they’d ripen in the marsh below our house. We’d wear rubber boots and dirty jeans and take buckets, spend hours avoiding thorns, picking. Our cattle dog learned to carefully eat them from the vine, and his gray mouth would be stained purple as he trotted home. My mom would flour a cutting board.
She made the dough with Crisco she kept in a cupboard; this was one of the few things she cooked. The crusts came out mushy. Читать дальше...