I thought I had a few thousand words in me this weekend, dear friends, but for tonight, the pictures will have to suffice. Just between us mice, I was afraid that I had lost my baking touch, my white thumb, especially after a particularly hideous cherry pie I made two weeks ago with a couple of bags of the sour cherries I bought and froze over the summer. The crust was overworked and underbaked, the cherries didn't have enough thickener added to them. Lloyd and I each ate a piece, and the rest was consigned to the rubbish. I didn't have much faith in the Shaker Meyer lemon pie I started last night, prompted by 'mouse's gentle urgings. I had a bitch of a time slicing the lemons evenly; I only gave them a 16-hour maceration, as opposed to the 24-hour maceration the recipe specifies; I only gave the pie dough a four-hour rest, as opposed to the 24-hour rest that is my usual minimum; I managed to drop an egg on the floor, then managed to bump my elbow as I was picking up the filled-but-not-yet-top-crusted pie, sending lemons and sugar cascading over my worktable, threatening to run off the edge. But I caught it all, refilled the pie, lidded, egg-washed, vented and baked it, and other than a bit more crust shrinkage than I like to see, I honestly believe that I could not have made a better pie had everything gone smoothly. If you have never had Shaker lemon pie, with regular lemons or Meyers (but particulary Meyers!), it is an eye-opening and wonderful thing. The texture is somewhere between creamy and jelly-like, rather like a pecan pie, only where a pecan pie is dark and sultry, the lemon pie is bright and sunny. The recipe comes from this wonderful book, a Christmas present from my mother, and yes, Pam, I will certainly share the recipe.
I was so pleased with how the pie turned out that I decided to take a bash at Meyer lemon curd after all. (To 'mouse and nakedjen, I am more than happy to send a jar your way, but this particular jar has been, er, extensively quality-tested.) Because a Meyer lemon is sweeter and more flowery and subtle than a conventional lemon, I figured I could cut back on the sugar. I followed the recipe that was such a big hit at my class at the Colony, Sherry Yard's lemon curd, cutting the sugar back from 2/3 cup to 1/2 cup, and was rewarded with a curd so grand that I am now hooked for life on yet another fruit I can't get out of season. It's worth it, though.
It wasn't all Fun with Meyer Lemons around here, though; nope, I did some practical, utilitarian baking, specifically a collection of muffins and toaster cakes from Mollie Katzen's Sunlight Cafe. Below is the Cornmeal-Millet Toasting Cake, baked in my fancy-pants bundt pan, all set to be cut open, sectioned into 12, and turned into toast, wonderful toast:
And this really deserves a post all its own, a roomy and thoughtful post, but until I get it together to write it, trust me when I tell you that the bowl of soup below is absolutely, positively the best soup I know how to make. It is a beautiful ancient recipe, made from a whole capon, a pound of beef shin, leeks, prunes, salt and nothing else. I can't think of anything else I'd rather make -- or eat -- on a cold day.







Life, is not fair.
That’s *my* lemon pie and it’s 3000+ miles away in NYC. I’d planned to make my own, but ice and the need for new tires and working all weekend conspired against me.
Maybe just maybe it’ll come together sometime this week. If not, just mail me a slice.