lattice pie crust

crossroadscastiel  asked:

Okay a v important and fluffy thing I need Slippy input on immediately: Will and Hannibal bake a pie. It's a v important pie made with exactly zero people-derived ingredients. So like... really special stuff. ANYWAY, what sort of pie do they make? Does Will surprise Hannibal with his STELLAR pie making skills? Does Hannibal end up with a smudge of flour on his nose that Will doesn't tell him about because it's just that cute?

It is an apple pie.  Just, like, a classic apple pie, lattice crust, cinnamon, it smells like magic while it’s baking.  Hannibal wanted it to be some kind of very fancy thing with the apple slices layered in a big fancy rosette like this, give or take, but Will has Opinions about apple pies.

(I suspect that one of those opinions relates to the question of whether apple pie should have cheddar cheese on it, but to be perfectly honest, I have never had apple pie with cheese, so I don’t know whether it’s good and therefore am not sure what Will’s thoughts on it would be.  My gut feeling is that Will is pro-cheese-on-apple-pie, but I’m willing to be wrong on this one.)

Will is a pretty good baker but not actually any good at pastry, so Hannibal makes the dough.  Will is good at making the pastry pretty once it’s made, so he does the fluting and the latticework.

Hannibal slices a million apples in no time at all, with unnecessarily showy knifework, because of course he does.  Also he probably insists on putting some weird not-pie-spice into the pie that Will protests vigorously. I don’t even know - turmeric or something.  But it turns out to be perfect because of course it does, Hannibal is annoyingly always right about what flavors go together.

The flour does not end up on Hannibal’s nose, it ends up on Hannibal’s ass, a great big flour handprint in the shape of Will Graham’s grabby hands. Look, can you blame him?  The Hannibooty was just so pert and adorable, peeking out under the primly tied bow of Hanners’ apron.  Keeping his hands to himself wasn’t an option.

The pie is served with large helpings of vanilla ice cream, after dinner.  It is delicious.  The dogs get some ice cream but no pie.

Around 3 a.m. Will wakes up alone and makes his way down to the kitchen, where he finds Hannibal halfway through a late-night second helping of pie, sniffly and teary and basically just sitting in his kitchen all alone stewing in an excess of EMOTIONS about this PIE that they MADE, TOGETHER, because they’re HUSBANDS NOW and it’s all he’s ever wanted for the both of them.

Will is like, Hannibal, it was also all you ever wanted for the both of us last week when I picked up your drycleaning without being asked, and the week before that when we killed that asshole from the dogfighting ring, and three weeks ago it was all you ever wanted because I let you do that thing you really like to do with your tongue for an hour straight, and I just, you have to have some chill, not everything is grand opera, people don’t live like that, sometimes things have to be just low-key nice.

And Hannibal just takes another bite of pie and keeps sniffling and finally Will is just, god, FINE, okay, I see where this is going, do you want to feed me some pie, is that what it’s going to take to get you to calm down about this?

And that is how he ends up sitting on Hannibal’s lap in the kitchen at three in the morning being hand-fed bites of pie and ice cream, and it is high-key ridiculous, but that’s just his life now, and there are worse ways to go than being loved too much, really. Plus the pie is really good.

(I hope you’re feeling better this morning, friend. Also I know you have declared bruised/rimming to be the new hot trope, and I am intrigued by this notion and wish to subscribe to your newsletter, but I couldn’t quite work bruised/rimming into fluff/pie.  I’m sorry.  I would have, if I could.)


This might be one of my last pies for a little while.  I’ve got one to make for a party next week and I’ve promised my family one for Christmas (my dad and grandmother actually fought over the last slice of that three berry pie from last week!), but I’ve got an injury that makes standing in the kitchen for hours a week a bit much at the moment, so apart from those two I will be taking a break until next year.

Still, this is week eleven and technically pie thirteen, so that’s something!  I’m more than a quarter of the way to fifty pies.  I certainly feel like I’ve more or less mastered the art of the fruit pie in that time, and can now play around with them without relying on recipes too much. I can’t link to the recipe for this peach maple pie because I decided to wing it.  I winged it?  Wung it??

Both the crust and the filling have maple syrup in them, and the filling also has peaches and brown sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg, and a bit of cornflour to thicken it up.  There is a LOT of maple syrup involved, but it doesn’t taste particularly mapley, mostly it just tastes like peaches.  Which is still great, because peaches are fantastic.  I do love summer stone fruit season!

If This is It

Aka a BittyJackDex fic (idfk what else to call them)

For the 14 Days of Love Fic-a-thon hosted by @softkent

Also on AO3

The day after Hazeapalooza, Shitty sat the frogs down and gave them the “Samwell Talk”.

“Because sex is somehow different here,” Dex chirped incredulously.

“No this is the ‘your emotions are valid and this happens to everyone’ talk,”  

Thus, Shitty commenced a long discussion about how typical it was for Frogs, of any sport, to develop crushes on their older teammates.

“We’re having this talk because all of you displayed some major crushin’ behavior last night,” Shitty waggles his eyebrows.

Dex averted his gaze, noticing how Chowder and Nursey were blushing profusely.

“No shame bras, but you should know you have two viable options.” Shitty held up two fingers, motioning to his index finger. “Numero uno, you decide that your feelings—while totally valid—are a phase and let them die out on their own. Numero dos, go talk to that person you have a crush on and hash it out. Not saying you won’t have to get over your feelings anyway. But closure can be nice.”  

“You said this happens to everyone?” Dex questions.

“Chyeah, I had the biggest crush on this guy on my line my Frog year,” Shitty grins with a conspiratory gleam in his eye.  “Sometimes it works out too. Like, the captain from that year is engaged to the goalie before Johnson.”

“What about you Bitty?” Nursey interjects.

Bitty’s face goes crimson, “oh well, I think I liked everyone at one point or another last year. But that was more of me realizing that there were men out there who could return my feelings if I had them. Y’all it’s really ok if your feelings are something you work through on your own. It’s whatever makes you comfortable.”

Dex thinks about how Nursey was drooling over Holster and how Chowder was trying not to make eye contact with Wicks. He knows why he’s involved with this shit. He remembers talking to Jack about his ass. But it doesn’t count. This isn’t some temporary crush for his beefed-up captain. This wasn’t his gay awakening or some shit that Nursey would probably assume of him (like he always does).

He was in hockey because of Jack Zimmermann.

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Supernatural Cookbook:

  • Title: Apple Pie




For Pie Dough:

  • 3 cups unbleached all-purpose flour (2 ½ cups, non-lattice)
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 2 tablespoons sugar
  • 7 tablespoons all-vegetable shortening, chilled (8 tablespoons, non-lattice)
  • 10 tablespoons unsalted butter, chilled, cut into ¼-inch pieces (12 tablespoons, non-lattice)
  • 10 tablespoons ice water (6 to 8 tablespoons, non-lattice)

For Filling:

  • 1 ½ pounds Granny Smith apples (about 3 medium)
  • 2 pounds McIntosh apples (about 4 large)
  • 1 tablespoon juice and 1 teaspoon zest from 1 lemon
  • ¾ cups (5.25 ounces) plus 1 tablespoon sugar
  • 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
  • ¼ teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon
  • ¼ teaspoon ground nutmeg
  • ¼ teaspoon ground allspice
  • 1 egg white, beaten lightly


For Pie Dough:

  • Pulse flour, salt and sugar in a food processor fitted with steel bald until combined. Add shortening and process until mixture has texture of coarse sand, about 10 seconds. Scatter butter pieces over flour mixture; cut butter into flour until mixture is pale yellow and resembles coarse crumbs, with butter bits no larger than small peas, about ten 1-second pulses. Turn mixture into medium bowl.
  • Sprinkle 8 tablespoons ice water over mixture. With blade of rubber spatula, use folding motion to mix. Press down on dough with broad side of spatula until dough sticks together, adding up to 2 tablespoons more ice water if it will not come together. Divide dough into two pieces, one slightly larger than the other. (If possible, weigh pieces. They should register 16 ounces and 14 ounces.) Flatten larger piece into a rough 5-inch square and smaller piece into a 4-inch disk; (If for a non-lattice, double crust pie, these pieces should be even in weight and both round) wrap separately in plastic and refrigerator at least 1 hour or up to 2 days before rolling.


  • Adjust oven rack to lowest position and heat rimmed baking sheet and oven to 500°F. Remove one piece of dough from refrigerator (if refrigerated longer than 1 hour, let stand at room temperature until malleable).
  • Roll dough on lightly floured work surface or between two large sheets of plastic wrap to 12-inch disk. Transfer dough to pie plate by rolling dough around rolling pin and unrolling over 9 ½-inch pie plate or by folding dough in quarters, then placing dough point in center of pie plate and unfolding. Working around circumference of pie plate, ease dough into pan corners by gently lifting dough edges with one hand while pressing around pan bottom with other hand. Leave dough that overhangs lip of plate in place; refrigerate dough-lined pie plate.
  • Peel, core and cut apples in half, and in half again width-wise; cut quarters into ¼-inch slices and toss with lemon juice and zest. In a medium bowl, mix ¾ cup sugar, flour, salt and spices. Toss dry ingredients with apples. Turn fruit mixture, including juices, into chilled pie shell and mound slightly in center.
  • Roll out second piece of dough to 12-inch disk and place over filling. Trim top and bottom edges to ½-inch beyond pan lip. Tuck this rim of dough underneath itself so that folded edge is flush with pan lip. Flute edging or press with fork tines to seal. Cut four slits on dough top. If pie dough is very soft, place in freezer for 10 minutes. Brush egg white onto top of crust and sprinkle evenly with remaining 1 tablespoon sugar.
  • Place pie on baking sheet and lower oven temperature to 425°F. Bake until top crust is golden, about 25 minutes. Rotate pie and reduce oven temperature to 375°F; continue baking until juices bubble and crust is deep golden brown, 30-35 minutes longer.
  • Transfer pie to wire rack; cool to room temperature, at least 4 hours.

For Lattice Top:

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