It took three days in my new place to get around to pie making. I was inspired to use fresh raw blackberries because its spring and cooked berries just sounds like winter. I macerated them in Chambord for about an hour, squashed them up and sprinkled them with plain unflavored gelatin. I pre-baked the pie crust in a tart pan, and while it was still hot I gently placed chopped Ghiradelli milk chocolate chunks all over the hot tart bottom. After it melted I spread it around to a thin layer across the bottom only. The best parts are to come. The tart spent some quality time in the tiny kitchen windowsill with an evening breeze to cool it off, this is the same kitchen window that I hung curtains I have been saving for ten years in. The blackberry mixture cascaded into the cooled chocolate brushed crust and went into the fridge to set. I hand whipped some cream with a little vanilla to go with it.
I sat with two and a half of my roommates for supper and played silly games around the table. (roommates girlfriend is the half roommate, and she is so delightful) As they were headed out for a night on the town I detained them just briefly to serve this "Walk Downtown Whenever I Want" pie. After they left I secretly served myself seconds. One of my favorite pies to date. When my sweetheart closed his bar and came over to put his feet up and visit with me, I served him a slice too. That pie warmed my new house right up. Its a great house, a nice community of folks to come home to, and a lovely kitchen to bake in. Stop by whenever you want, but just cause my car is there doesn't mean I am because sometimes I walk downtown...if I want to.
