Showing posts with label dessert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dessert. Show all posts

Friday, December 3, 2010

FFG--French Coconut Pie for Katia

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My dear online friend Katia requested this recipe, and I decided to post it today for her.  I have been in baking mode since Thanksgiving week, and I love to create a warm kitchen and to fill the house with wonderful aromas.  It seems there are so many events/reasons to bake during this month.  I love it!

Though I don't have a photo of just this pie, I'll re-post one of all of our Thanksgiving pies.  Yummm...

Back "row":  pumpkin, pumpkin pecan, French apple.
Front "row":  pecan, lemon buttermilk, French coconut.

French Coconut Pie

3 beaten eggs
3/4 cup sugar (I use cane juice crystals)
1 cup milk
1/2 cup melted butter
1 tablespoon flour (I use freshly-milled whole-wheat)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 teaspoon cider or white vinegar (I use apple cider vinegar)
1 cup flaked coconut (I throw in a little extra!)
1 9" unbaked pie shell (I make a whole-wheat crust)

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.  In a large bowl, combine all ingredients except coconut and pie shell.  Beat together until well-mixed and add coconut.  Pour into pie shell and bake for ten minutes.  Reduce heat to 325 degrees and bake for 40 minutes or until filling is set (top will be slightly golden).  Serves eight.

Back to life,
Christine

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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Thanksgiving Pie R Squared

Time to blog again!  I was so glad to have taken so many photos on Thanksgiving.  :)


After the guys woke up from post-meal naptime, the younger guys started tossing out hints.  Thomas was the first, because he's 14 and a growing young man, and is almost always hungry, and is always up for eating dessert, especially Thanksgiving pie.


Yep, there were six pies total.  My mom made a traditional French apple pie, and a pumpkin pie.  I added a pumpkin pecan, lemon buttermilk (my favorite), French coconut (Danny's favorite), and a traditional pecan pie.  Six pies.  Nine people.  You do the math.  :)


So the pies were divvied up, doled out, and deliciously enjoyed.  Oh, we also had fresh whipped cream and Andy's frozen custard.  We love Andy's.  :)


Enjoy the photos.

 My kid brother, who got me hooked for good on photography.  His camera is better than mine...




 My dad has a sweet tooth.  Is this seconds or thirds??

Lemon buttermilk pie with fresh whipped cream.

Back to life,
Christine

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captured by Christine Anne

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Vacation Reminiscing: Time for Treats

While at Lake Bonaparte, we are required by family rules to visit a little place called Treats & 'Tiques once per week.  Um, make that at least once per week.  Treats for their ice cream treats, 'Tiques for the various antiques they display.


It's on Route 3, just as you enter Natural Bridge.  Of course, if you drive two more blocks, you'll leave Natural Bridge.  But you can't miss it; this tiny place is always packed on a summer evening.

Dad has a hard time deciding.

Now, if you ever visit, keep in mind that their sizes are a little different than what you'd experience in the suburbs.  Yes, they have small, medium, and large.  But unless you have a bottomless pit for a stomach, don't order those sizes.  Stick to the baby, kiddie, and extra small.  Trust me.
Not exactly a small.

Jacob enjoys his cone.

Thomas has a bottomless pit for a stomach...

 Jacob does it his own way.

The living-room-sized shop boasts two little tables; most people stand around outside to eat.  And that's okay.



Ice cream made us happy this evening.  My dad and mom were in a very silly mood!  Maybe the mood was enhanced by the fact that we picked up the tab--which, by the way, was about $22 for eight people.  That would make anyone happy.  :)




One word to describe our after-dinner festivities:  Yum.

Back to life, Christine