Several of you have asked me for the recipe of the apple-and-blueberry pie I baked at the start of our autumn break. Your wish is my command (sometimes), so here it is. (For those of you not interested in recipes, just scroll on for a ramble and a tiny bit of knitting.)
For a 24 cm/9½” ø spring form cake tin
Makes 8-12 slices
- 200 g unsalted butter
- 200 g sugar
- 1 medium egg
- ½ tsp vanilla extract
- 200 g plain flour
- 200 g wholewheat pastry flour
- 12 g baking powder*
- A pinch of salt
- 2-3 apples (depending on size)
- 150 g blueberries**
- 1 level tsp cinnamon
* I like making my own half-and-half mixture. Instead of the two types of flour and baking powder you can use 400 g of ordinary or wholewheat self-raising flour. (Voor mijn Nederlandse lezers: ik gebruik een mengsel van gewone bloem, gebuild tarwemeel en wijnsteenbakpoeder i.p.v. zelfrijzend bakmeel)
** When using frozen blueberries, the pie may take a little longer to bake
- Preheat the oven to 200 ˚C/400 ˚F (180 ˚C/350 ˚F fan oven) and grease the cake tin
- Cream the butter with 175 g of sugar
- Mix in the egg and the vanilla extract
- In a separate bowl mix the flours, salt and baking powder. Sieve these dry ingredients and gradually mix them into the butter, sugar and egg mixture to a slightly crumbly dough
- Peel, core and slice the apples. Mix the apple slices with the blueberries, cinnamon and remaining sugar
- Cover the base of the tin with two-thirds of the dough, pressing it in evenly
- Pour in the apples and blueberries
- Cover with the rest of the dough, crumbled coarsely
- Bake the pie for about 40 minutes
- Leave to cool completely before removing from the tin
Now, let’s go for a ramble. It’s early Sunday morning in one of our favourite places. There has been a slight ground frost and the light is hazy.
This is a small-scale landscape with a meandering brook, some open marsh and farmland, and some woodland.
When it is getting a little lighter, the sun slants across a hillock, showing a strange sort of white veil on the top. What is it?
Zooming in it becomes clear that the grass and fallen oak leaves are covered in spiders’ webs.
A slightly eerie but beautiful blanket of spiders’ webs.
There is some heather as well, although it is partly overgrown with purple moor grass. A small group of sheep is grazing quietly. Not a sound to be heard. The highland cattle that also help keep the heathland open are nowhere to be seen today.
It is getting lighter, but the sun is still low, casting elongated shadows.
Towards the end of our ramble, the sun is fully out, giving the hay and wood in a barn a golden glow.
Time seems to stand still here.
Not so at home. On the knitting front, I’m in the finishing stage of all kinds of things. I’ve just finished another pair of socks. Now there’s only the ends to weave in and then I can try out my new sock blockers.
And what’s that hanging over the back of my knitting chair…………?
Take care and see you again soon!