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I’m so happy you are here. I feel like squealing such as a little piggy. Is that strange? Probably. But it’s simply me, you’ll get used to it.
Hold on… I have to change my Pandora train station.
…Okay, Louie Armstrong was taking part in. Who place that on? I write to Adele and Florence and the device, not Louie Armstrong along with his giant saxophone. It’s recognized, Pandora’s gone crazy.
But apparently I’ve gone crazy too. Crazy in thoughts. Overpowering myself with what I want to accomplish. Placing to accomplish lists just about everywhere. Throwing clothing around my space. Missing shows of Project Runway. You know the big issues in life.
But really I was thinking about how short life is. Each section ends when it begins. I literally blinked my eye and college flew by. That happens to everyone though right?
You get dropped off on campus by your parents then… you cry, you party, you sleep in, you get an internship, you balance, you eat a lot of ramen, you gain 10 pounds, you learn from wrong, you stability again, you struggle, your home is, pigs feet delicacy you laugh, you discover like, you meet heartbreak, you find meaning, you discover your best close friends, you find you.
I swear that happens in an instant. A small small flash that’s overlooked more often than not. I thought about how I don’t want to consider anything for granted. Ever.
I actually used to hesitate of pies. Most likely because I couldn’t possess one cut. Pie was an foe. The best tasting, most wonderful soul soothing foe.
I actually used to scream Screw you pie. Screw you to make me eat 3 pieces!” I would generally take it back again. I really like pie. And I always will.
Producing homemade pie crust is sort of a skill. A scary artwork that will piss you off and haunt your dreams. Just kidding, it’s simply something you find out as you proceed. Kinda like life, you find out as you go.
So don’t buy the Pillsbury boring crust through the store. For heaven’s sake do not purchase it. I’m begging you.
1 tablespoon granulated sugar
3/4 teaspoon salt
2 sticks of very cold, unsalted butter, trim into tiny pieces
1/2 teaspoon of refreshing lemon juice
5 tablespoons ice water
½ teaspoon of cinnamon
3 medium ripe peaches, sliced
¾ cup granulated sugar
To make the crust: In a large mixing bowl stir together flour, glucose, and salt. Place in food processor chip or pastry blender and add the butter. Pulse several times until little peas type. Add lemon juice. Next add 2 tablespoons of snow water to start. Work dough such that it forms a mass. Add remaining ice water if required. You don’t wish the dough too sticky, however in a big ball.
Coat your hands in flour and split the dough into two rounded balls. Cover in plastic cover and devote the fridge for about 30 minutes.
In a separate mixing dish, stir together blueberries, cherries, peaches, sugar, lemon juice, vanilla, and flour until well combined.
Preheat oven to 400 levels F.
After thirty minutes, remove one dough ball from fridge and move out using a flour coated moving pin. You will need to just work at this. You want the dough very thin and level. Next cautiously place the rolled out dough right into a 9 inch pie pan. Fill with your fruit mixture. Take your staying dough ball out of the fridge and move out. Cut out roughly 10, 1-in . thick pieces. Weave over fruit mixture, then cut off sides and make your pie crust pretty, if desired.
You can brush edges with melted butter or egg wash and then sprinkle with sugar.
Consider foil and wrap around the sides from the pie crust so they don’t burn. Bake for thirty minutes. Remove foil and bake for yet another 30-40 mins or until crust is normally golden brown to liking. Great on a cable rack.
Welcome to the blogging globe and all that jazz!
We’d want to welcome you to your table too!
Chris Ann & Kristin
I could totally relate! Many, many times have got I muttered under my breathing, ‘darn you! Darn you, you fabulously delicious pie! Why should you end up being so incredibly tasty and lip smackingly yummy inside your fruity goodness??’
My husband talks about me funny after i yell in the pie, but that’s simply the kind of romantic relationship that pie and I’ve. ; )
The pies appear absolutely delicious!
Does this imply that you expect ME to make it, or is certainly this just the right path of telling me personally what you are putting in the one that you are getting me? hee hee hee
Great Job!
Love you,

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