A berry pie to celebrate summer.

When July came into view, it occurred to me that pies naturally flow from the season of summer, with its many ripening fruits, and picnics. I don’t recall ever eating pie at a picnic (unless it was a savory pie such as a pastie), but surely I’ve seen a picture in a book of such a spread…? It wasn’t from Harold and the Purple Crayon, I know that, but his is the only pie picnic I can discover at the moment.

Well, that’s how my mind ran, setting off from summertime, and how it began to spin this thread that resulted in me baking a pie last week. I didn’t use fresh fruit, but rather frozen berries, because I ended up combining it with the tradition of always baking a berry pie for my late husband’s birthday, when he was still around to eat them, and several times since.

And I didn’t take it outdoors for a picnic, but ate it with my friends Mr. and Mrs. Bread, who had helped celebrate Mr. Glad’s last birthday on this earth exactly ten years ago. That was the sweetest part. And the crust of my pie didn’t flop!

7 thoughts on “A berry pie to celebrate summer.

  1. I never had a berry pie when I was growing up, and I still don’t favor them. We were all about apple, cherry, and rhubarb. When I moved to Texas, I added peach, which was wise since we don’t have apple or cherry trees down here, or rhubarb.

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  2. Your pie looks amazing! Is it a cherry pie ( favored by most men) or maybe blueberry ( I see a little dark colour )? In any case I’m sure it was delicious!!

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    1. It was a berry pie. In his later years my husband did ask me to bake a cherry pie, but blackberry pies were the usual thing because we always picked buckets of wild blackberries in summer, and kept a quart in the freezer to use at Thanksgiving, too— along with pumpkin and apple, of course.
      Nowadays, I don’t typically have family to pick with at the right time, so I usually get frozen berries at Costco, and they are a mix of blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries.

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