{"id":3906,"date":"2013-05-30T14:47:01","date_gmt":"2013-05-30T18:47:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/?p=3906"},"modified":"2013-05-31T15:08:02","modified_gmt":"2013-05-31T19:08:02","slug":"listening-post-concerning-pie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/2013\/05\/30\/listening-post-concerning-pie\/","title":{"rendered":"Listening Post: Concerning pie"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The other evening I discovered our house to be in a dessert-free state. While poking around in the fridge I discovered a couple of frozen pie shells, bought with some thought toward making a quick quiche, or a pot pie from leftovers. And on a shelf underneath the freezer was a bag of apples from the fall crop. So I discovered that one can peel, core and slice 10 apples in front of the TV during a single <em>NCIS<\/em> re-run, and end up with hot apple pie well before bedtime. Bliss. And doing the math&#8211;two people, eight slices&#8211;problem solved for the next three days, too.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_3907\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"http:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/files\/2013\/05\/apple-pie-ck-709820-l_0.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3907\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-3907\" alt=\"That's what I'm talkin' about!\" src=\"http:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/files\/2013\/05\/apple-pie-ck-709820-l_0.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/files\/2013\/05\/apple-pie-ck-709820-l_0.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/files\/2013\/05\/apple-pie-ck-709820-l_0-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-3907\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>That&#8217;s<\/em> what I&#8217;m talkin&#8217; about!<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Apple pie just never gets old. While I was waxing rhapsodic over this modest culinary accomplishment at work, Ellen Rocco asked, &#8220;What is it with guys and pies?&#8221; While I have been known to opine that &#8220;even so-so pie is better than no pie,&#8221; I had never considered it as a gender thing before. Maybe it&#8217;s not&#8211;Ellen did grow up within a pie-challenged food culture. But it could actually be a guy thing, and being a guy myself, I naturally lack insight into what guy things are.<\/p>\n<p>In my case, pie gives me a feeling of being taken care of&#8211;if it&#8217;s served to me by someone else, or a feeling of taking care of myself&#8211;if I participate in the making. I grew up in a two-parent, two-outside-job home. Dinner was whatever could be whomped up between 5:30 and 6:30, before us kids began to chew on each other. So homemade pie was an infrequent weekend and holiday treat. Diner pie was another option&#8211;one I never passed up when I had a chance&#8211;but that&#8217;s a whole different conversation.<\/p>\n<p>I consulted my wife, Terry, our household&#8217;s resident expert on which things are guy things, but she was no help in this. She shares most of my pie opinions with a few exceptions. Apple is best for me&#8211;everything else is distant second. She thinks pumpkin pie pushes the pie button just as well as apple. But cream and custard pies lag far behind for both of us; they lack the substance and gravitas to produce that true pie repletion experience. I know I have had pie when I emit something between a groan and a sigh when I put down the fork. If it&#8217;s possible to eat a second piece, the first piece didn&#8217;t do a proper job.<\/p>\n<p>It being the season for both rhubarb and strawberries, take a look at this NPR Kitchen Window recipe for <a href=\"http:\/\/www.npr.org\/2013\/05\/28\/186920983\/rhubarb-brings-spring-to-the-table\">strawberry-rhubarb hand pies<\/a>. Single serving pies&#8211;what could be a more welcome addition to the lunch pail? An apple version, maybe.<\/p>\n<p>Feel free to wax rhapsodic on a memorable experience with pie\u00a0(or other allegedly guy things) in a comment below.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The other evening I discovered our house to be in a dessert-free state. 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