Huckleberry Pie
This has got to be the best pie in the world..
It is a meat eaters pie,abounding with tart flavor
which explodes in your mouth with each bite.
It is not a subtle or beautiful pie, no fancy
decorations here. Just a perfect crust,not to
delicate..it must hold up to the lovely purple juice..
It takes a pie maker with experience. The berries
vary each year in tartness..the right amount of sugar
makes all the difference. Just enough , but not to much..
dont want to overpower with sweetness.
But the thing about the huckleberry pie is the fact that
it is so labor intensive. Picking the berries is not for the faint
of heart. They grow in the woods ,beside logs, on side hills,
in the brush.. Cleaning them is a labor of love. We use the
old" roll them down a clean blanket" method.. Some years
the bushes are loaded..some years not a one.
So, if you are ever offered a piece of huckleberry pie
(a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top, perhaps)..take it.. It means
you are fondly thought of..we dont give this
pie to just anyone...
For the Yummy Dessert contest.
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