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Pies and Virginity

July 25, 2014

Summer means fruit pie season and I am a ho for fruit pies and crisps — especially right out of the oven with vanilla ice cream on top. Every time I overeat then vow to cut out sweets completely (this happens weekly) I realize I could never do it if it meant not having fruit pie again.

This is clearly genetic. My brothers are  both ho’s for blackberry pie and my sister is a ho for any pie. At family get-togethers, she makes her way, like a cat burglar, to wherever the pies are stored and sneaks a piece before anyone even lays eyes on them.  

I’ve been baking pies for 20 plus years, but didn’t start until I was about 32. I thought, Oh, how hard can they possibly be? My mom knocks out 20 at a time! Maybe I’ll try one someday. But I was young, poor and didn’t have her recipe because she never used one.

The few recipes my mom used were usually handwritten on a stained piece of paper, napkin, placemat or paper towel, which she kept folded in an empty Maxwell House coffee can or old cookie jar. But there was no pie recipe.

Her idea of measuring was showing me how she twisted a big spoon in Crisco in a way that was sort of equal to a cup.

Peach crisp

Peach Crisp because my kids can’t get enough of it. See, it is genetic!

I was coming to terms with the fact that my mother’s salami habit pretty much insured she wouldn’t be around forever, and her recipes would be lost if I didn’t sit her down and force her to commit to measuring and explaining them. I wanted them so I could re-create them for the children I kept putting off having.

So one year when my mom was visiting me in L.A., I invited a food-loving friend over so my mom could teach us  her pie-making secrets.

In 1986 my vacationing mother shared my single apartment in L.A. for a week. My parents were banned from visiting me as a couple because they made Ralph and Alice Kramden look like lovebirds. Dad was a hardworking nature guy who loved to garden and walk and Mom loved entertainment, movies, TV shows, food, and being driven. Individually, I could spend time doing what each of them liked, but joint visits were a disaster.

During the first three days of her visit, my mother had a fight with Sonya, my large, red-headed, hot-tempered, Russian landlady, decided that Farmer’s Market on Fairfax was her favorite place on Earth, accepted a ride home in a red convertible from two nice, male strangers she met in a bakery and asked the tough Jewish waitress at Canter’s delicatessen if she could try the beagles instead of correctly pronouncing bagels. I calculated: one fight, no robberies or abductions and only minor embarrassment — on the Mama Tunno scale, this trip was going well.

With that optimistic mindset, I invited Joann over. She was a close friend of the man I was dating and I wanted to get better acquainted. We’d talked about baking pies and, since she liked to cook and had a good sense of humor, I figured why not?

I’d just started dating Roger, but in the beginning my mother was not sold on him; she had a problem with the ex-wife and kid part. This was pretty good for her, considering her preference for Italian, Catholic, single, good-looking, charming, wealthy, successful doctors. At that point he only had good looking and charming going for him. Although her requirements for my suitors relaxed significantly every year I crept past thirty, she still needed to be reassured he was worthy.

It was always a leap of faith to introduce any friend to my mother, because she was definitely a loose cannon, but naively, I  thought, what could she possibly say? (This is a recurring theme in my stories.)

Joann accepted my invitation and the three of us sat at the small, square butcher block table in a corner of my tiny kitchen, drinking juice and talking before getting started on the pies. Never one to get bogged down in small talk, my mother immediately started asking Joann about Roger. How long had she known him, what was he like, why did he split up with his wife, could he be trusted, and did he fool around?

Joann, who was raised Catholic, dutifully told the truth. Yes, he fooled around, that’s how he got the child, but he did marry the girl and it just didn’t work out.  (Mom already knew this part but was digging for information.)

“So, Joann honey, Ha you know he’s a nize?”

“Well, I’ve known him for a long time and he’s been a good friend.”

“Butta he fooled around witta dissa gal and a now she has a baby, ha do we know we can trost a him?

“Well, people make mistakes sometimes.”

“You mean a people fool around a summatimes anna dey getta caught?”

Joann laughed, “Well yeah, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a nice guy or that she’s not a nice girl.”

“Butta honey, nize a gals a don’d a fool a round.”

Joann got this slightly embarrassed look on her face and said something that I thought took such bravery, I was unbelievably impressed. She laughingly said, “Yeah, they do.”

This completely threw my Mom. She’d never heard this kind of talk before and certainly wasn’t going to hear it from me because I wanted to live.

Then Mom said, “Yeah — you do?” And Joann sheepishly admitted she did.  The whole time, I’m watching closely, silently cheering that someone finally had the nerve to give it to her straight. And my mom said, “Andda you’re such a nize a gal — you’re not ashamed a to tella me dat?”

Joann laughed and said, “No.”

I swear this moment gave me lifelong respect for Joann, who I still think is one of the strongest, most wonderful people in the world. Her response completely threw my mother because fooling around immediately placed a girl in the “puttana” (whore) category. According to my mother, there were only two classifications, puttana (whore) and “niza gal” (virgin.)  The twain never met, period.

After this discussion Mom was left wondering if she might have to add a third category; “niza gals who fooled around.” Joann passed the true friend litmus test effortlessly and taught my Mom something I would never have attempted.

I moved us on to pie making, figuring Joann already offered enough information. Mom suffered through cutting the recipe down to two pies instead of twelve and I actually got her to measure with real measuring cups. She was even able to show us what magic she did with her hands, but it took me three or four times before I truly got the hang of handling pie crust.

cropped blackberry pie

Peanut Butter Blackberry Crumble – Wicked Good

For years she made pies with a double crust, but at some point she started making apple pies with what she called “da crombling crost.” Normal people call them Dutch Apple Pies, but I think “pies witta da crombling crost” has a nice ring to it so that’s what I call them. In no time “crombling crost” spread to her other fruit pies and was a smashing success.

We tried to enter one of her pies in the Canfield Fair, but she was disqualified on a technicality; they were expecting a double crust, and we delivered a “crombling.”

But she didn’t need a ribbon because she was already convinced her pies were, “da best.” She never even considered the possibility that other pies might be better, not even her own children’s. In fact, each Thanksgiving in the Annual Tunno Pie Competition, which pitted her pumpkin pies against her children’s, she tried to insure victory by bribing her grandchildren with dollar bills.

There were also great streaks of creativity in her pie baking which were responsible for two of her most masterful creations, blackberry/blueberry pie with peanut butter crust and crumble and cherry pie/peach pie with “crombling” almond crust.

I have since revised her crombling crost, adding brown sugar and oats (she would approve).  My brothers tasted my blackberry pie with peanut butter crumble and told me it was the best pie I ever made.  My brothers would rather be impaled than deliberately flatter me, so it must have been good.

I love this.

I love this.

Shortly before my mother passed away, she made her usual two to three dozen pies and stored them in the freezer. She even labeled each pie so we’d know what the filling was. My favorite was the label made from a torn piece of paper towel that said, “Cheery pay,” (cherry pie).

Every time we ate another frozen pie we felt as though we were losing a little part of her and once they were gone another trace of her would be wiped away forever. Don’t worry, it took us nearly three years to reach the last pie, but we had to eat them.  She’d have never forgiven us if we’d let them go to waste. Besides, she’ll never truly be gone because every time I get a whiff of pie baking in the oven, I think of her.

I’ll bet Joann never forgets her either.

Mary Tunno’s Pie Crust (Regular Crust)

2 1/2 cups flour

1/2 cup Crisco

1/2 cup butter

1 tsp. salt

1 Tbs. sugar

1/2 to 1 cup very cold whole milk (you can put an ice cube in it to make it colder but remove it before you add the milk)

Mix flour, salt and sugar together then cut in Crisco.  Mix well, it forms small crumbs.  Add enough milk so that dough can be molded into soft balls.  Better that the dough is too soft and sticky than too hard. Once you add the milk and have made about four or five balls, wrap each one in flour coated plastic wrap and flatten out dough.  Place in refrigerator or freezer to cool. After the pie is made and ready to put in the oven, you can gently brush the crust with the white of an egg to give it some shine and a nice crunch.

Peanut Butter Pie Crust

Take one of the flattened, cooled pie crusts and add one to two tablespoons of creamy peanut butter to it.  Just spread it on the rolled crust, then fold it over three or four times. Roll it out on a floured board and place it in bottom of a pie pan.  The peanut butter should look like swirls in the crust.  Don’t mix it so much that the whole crust is brown. Flute the edges.

Mom’s “Crombling Crost” improved by Fran (enough for two pies or crisps) 

1 cup flour

2 cups whole, uncooked Quaker Oats

1 cup packed light brown sugar

1 1/2 tsp Cinnamon

1/2 tsp salt

1 stick melted butter (not unsalted)

Mix together dry ingredients, then add melted butter with fork, stirring to make sure all ingredients are combined.  It should look pebbly. This is enough to cover two pies or crisps.

Apple Pie:

6 cups chopped apples

1 cup sugar or more for less sweet apples

3 Tbsp. flour

11/2 tsp. cinnamon

Lemon juice

1 Tbsp. butter chopped into fifths

Note:  If sweeter apples are used, use less sugar, if apples are sour, use more sugar.

Mix together apples and squeeze lemon juice over them. (Be certain to seed the lemon first)  Then mix apples with cinnamon, sugar and flour.  Place apples inside bottom crust. Place five pats of butter over fruit.  Then put top crust on and pierce holes in crust with fork.  Bake at 350 for an hour or until golden brown and apples are bubbling

For “Crombling Crost Pies”

Once fruit is in bottom crust, follow same directions as for two crust pie, but sprinkle on crumbly topping instead

This blackberry pie with peanut butter crumble is so good, you may die of happiness. Just warning you.

This blackberry pie with peanut butter crumble is so good, you may die of happiness. Just warning you.

For Peanut Butter Crumble, Make “Crombling Crost”delete cinnamon and add:

1/2 cup chunky peanut butter (I use Laura Scudder’s)

Blackberry Pie with Peanut Butter Crumble

6 cups blackberries or blueberries

1 cup sugar plus two tablespoons

3 Tbsp. flour

Mix together the berries, flour and sugar then place them in the bottom crust. Sprinkle a light covering of the peanut butter crumble (enough to cover it) on top of the pie.  You don’t want too much or you’ll have all crumble and no fruit.  Bake at 350 for an hour or more or until you see the pie really bubbling and crust is brown.  Use a pie crust shield to protect crust from burning.

Peach Pie with Almond Crumble (It’s delicious with the Basic Crumble too!)

Use crumble recipe, but delete cinnamon and add 1/2 cup chopped almonds and 1 tsp almond extract.

For the peach filling:

6 cups fresh peaches

1 cup sugar

3 Tbsp. Flour

1 1/2 tsp. almond flavoring

Roll out Basic pie crust and place in pie pan.  Put in chopped peaches mixed with almond flavoring, sugar and flour. Sprinkle with Almond crumble and bake an hour or until very bubbly.

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    Wendy Zamora (@theolivegal)
    July 28, 2014 at 4:00 pm

    The stories pair with your recipes like fine wines! And I can literally hear your mother’s voice in my head, mostly because she sounds exactly like my Nonna. Great meeting you at BlogHer, fellow Italian!

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      Fran Tunno
      July 29, 2014 at 10:38 am

      Thanks Wendy for reading and commenting, I’ve been crazed, but will check out your blog later tonight. We Italians must support each other. Thanks so much!!!

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    Fran Tunno
    July 27, 2014 at 10:36 pm

    Oh Bob I love that your mom did that. My mom made stuff from the leftover crust, with peanut butter and jelly. She’d spread it on the dough and roll it up and bake it then cut them in slices. They were amazing. I do it too for my kids and they love them. I’ll have to try the cinnamon sugar. Thanks for reading!

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    July 27, 2014 at 6:49 am

    Hey, wait a minute, there “are” a few pies I can take or leave, Fran. One is coconut cream and also rhubarb pie, so see, you guys are safe with those, . . .LOL! That’s how you know that your pies are taste tempting, if Mare sneaks a taste. Or, she may be watching her weight, . . again. In all fairness, I do not look like I like to eat. Oh, Funny story and kudos to Joann, . . . .LOL!! Hope she gets to read your story.

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      Fran Tunno
      July 27, 2014 at 10:50 pm

      Note to self, remember coconut cream and rhubarb! Thanks for reading baby!

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    Brother Bern
    July 25, 2014 at 2:24 pm

    I actually heard your two brother’s pies are right up there with yours? Can this be true?????

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      Fran Tunno
      July 27, 2014 at 10:48 pm

      I did really like the cherry pie/cheery pay you made when I was home. We’ll have to have a pie off, but you’ll have to make your own crust or it doesn’t count!

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    July 25, 2014 at 1:22 pm

    You really need to write a cookbook with all the stories too. I would be the first one in line to buy it.  This post made my laugh and cry.  I think I need to go make some pies.  Loved it !  Julie

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      Fran Tunno
      July 27, 2014 at 10:44 pm

      Awww Julie, thank you. I’m working on that whole cookbook thing! You will definitely know when I finally do it, I think the whole world will know! Thanks for always reading!

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    July 25, 2014 at 1:00 am

    Another masterpiece, Fran! Reading this was a great way to start my day- thank you!

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      Fran Tunno
      July 27, 2014 at 10:43 pm

      Monica, You are wonderful, thanks for your always unwavering support.

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    Nicol Zanzarella
    July 25, 2014 at 12:57 am

    I knew there was a reason I checked my email one more time before bed! Except now all I will be dreaming about is ‘cheery pay!’ I could hear, see and smell everything you described! Your memories/posts/stories never disappoint, Fran!

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      Fran Tunno
      July 27, 2014 at 10:42 pm

      Sweet Nicol, Thank you so much. I must bake one and get you over here to taste it! Thank you so much for always reading!

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    Bob Erbeck
    July 25, 2014 at 12:45 am

    I enjoyed this story a lot. Both pie pictures and descriptions sound scrumptious! Excuse me for drooling all over your blog. I was reminded of my mom, who always made my sister and me a special little treat whenever she baked pies. She would cut off the extra crust and with that dough, make a half a dozen (per pie) delicious little cinnamon rolls. I can almost taste them as I type. Mmmm. Great memories!

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