If nostalgia were a disease, I would be immune to it. I have yet to remember any time in which the past seemed like a place I wanted to go back to. I live by the philosophy that if we spend our lives yearning for the times gone we won’t find the energy to make our present the best possible.
But this doesn’t mean that I have no appreciation for all the moments that filled me with joy before, for the people and places that made me happy. Quite the opposite…
Days like these I look back fondly on the times I shared with the people who are now gone, on the days of my childhood, and the little things that makes it worth remembering. It wasn’t the material things, I don’t come from a wealthy family, but my parents gave me all they could, I had family, love, and lots of books. They filled my childhood with memories.
The sound of the creaky wooden floor in my aunt’s victorian house, which scared the living lights out of my 5 year old self (there were monsters living in the crawl space!). The smell of burning mesquite in my grandma’s backyard bonfire, around which she told her horror stories. Stories that would send her grandchildren to sleep hugging under the covers of our shared beds, so the ghosts and ghouls of her stories wouldn’t find us. The school Christmas recitals, and my mom’s enthusiastic praise for what I, and everyone, knew to be the worst singers in the world.
Nobody remembers the material things, the plastic toys are long gone, at the bottom of a trash heap somewhere, nobody misses them. What we remember is the moments, the people, the smells and tastes coming of our mothers’ and grandmothers’ kitchens. We remember the laughter, the food, the love.
I am ever so glad that my daughter doesn’t seem to have a materialistic bone in her body. As of today she hasn’t asked for anything. No list, no demands, no pressure. Whatever we give her (probably more books) she will be elated.
It takes so little to make a child happy: family, love, and lots of books.
So, about that pie…
My daughter’s school is quite multi-cultural, I can count several multi-cultural children in her class, but the school itself follows, for the most part, the American curriculum and calendar. So a day before Thanksgiving I find myself with the assignment of bringing an apple pie for her class Thanksgiving meal.
“Are you kidding me? An apple pie?”
Yep, an apple pie. So to the kitchen I go, but I couldn’t help it, I had to add just a bit of Dominican flavor, it’s in my blood. I got rave reviews from the American teacher and her also-America friend, I posted the picture in my Instagram and Facebook feed and I get several requests for the recipe. “A recipe? I didn’t write a recipe!”
Oh well, I guess I will have to make more apple pies. And then my poor, poor family will have to eat them. I hope you appreciate the sacrifices we make for you.
So, my dear friends, if you celebrate Christmas, may you have a happy one, with your loved ones at your side. And may you create new, meaningful, long-lasting memories. I know we will.
- 1 cup of chopped , blanched almonds
- 2 cups of all-purpose flour
- 1 1/2 tablespoons of brown sugar
- 1/4 cup of ice-cold water
- 1 3/4 sticks of unsalted butter , chilled and diced
- 8 apples (see notes)
- 1/4 bar of butter , melted
- 1/2 teaspoon of cloves powder
- 2 tablespoons of ginger powder
- 3/4 cup of brown sugar
- 1 teaspoon of cinnamon powder
- 1/4 cup of all-purpose flour
- 1 egg yolk
- 1 tablespoon of milk
- 1/4 teaspoon of sugar
- 1 tablespoon of butter , melted
- 1 cup of all-purpose flour for dusting
Ground the almond in the food processor until the pieces have half the size of a grain of rice. Add flour, sugar and butter. Pulse until it resemble peas. Add the cold water, slowly, until the dough piles up in one big chunk.
Remove from the bowl. Form a ball, wrap in plastic film and leave it to rest in the fridge.
Core, peel and cut the apples into either slices or cubes (your preference).
Mix with butter, cloves, ginger, sugar and cinnamon.
Place in a pot, cover and cook over very low heat until the apples are cooked through, but firm. The time will depend on the variety of apple you use (see notes).
Remove apples from the heat and cool to room temperature.
Mix in the flour.
Mix yolk, milk, sugar and butter. Mix well.
Divide the dough into two balls.
Roll out two circles, dusting the work surface with flour to prevent it from sticking.
Wrap one circle on the rolling pin to lift off the surface.
Place one circle on a pie pan, press lightly to shape it.
Spoon in the apple.
Cut out some holes into the second circle, you can use cookie cutters for this.
Top the pie with the second circle of dough and scrimp the edges.
Brush the crust with the egg wash.
Chill in the freezer for 10 minutes.
Pre-heat oven to 350 ºF [200 ºC].
Bake the pie for 15-20 minutes, or until crust turns golden brown.
Remove from the oven and let it cool down until it feels warm to the touch.
Serve with vanilla ice cream.
If you know your way around a classic apple pie you'll notice a few changes to the traditional recipe, mainly the pre-cooked apples. There is a reason for that: not all apples are created equal. Not all apple varieties are good for this dish, but I don't always have a choice, I have to get what I find in our local supermarket. Pre-cooking the apples solves this problem.
This recipe borrows a couple of touches from Elise Bauer's Old Fashioned Apple Pie (mainly the almond crust).
You can make either a big pie (9" pan), or several smal ones, with or without cover. I tried several combinations.