- What “feels like home” to you? I’m still working on calling Memphis home because even though I’ve lived here for 5 years, there’s just something natural about saying, “I’m going home to see my family” when I travel to visit them in New York. When does one get to the point in adulthood where “home” turns into “my parents’ house”? Is it just me, or is that part of growing up, and-dare I say it- adulting?
- I usually go “home” to visit my parents in the summer when produce is abundant. This year, I went in June and timed it right so that I got to pick strawberries in Memphis AND a month later in New York. It was awesome! But despite years of living here, I’m still not used to this “everything is in season already” thing about Memphis; berries and vegetables always seem to be here before I expect them, and sweet corn goes out of style before I realize it’s even available, but I guess that’s what the South will give ya. Anyway, going home ALWAYS involves making pie. It’s my dad’s favorite dessert, the fruit and time are available (#vaca), and happy family members will never turn down a slice.
- Enter this pie, which I didn’t make for my parents, but “in honor” of my Dad on Father’s Day; that’s in quotes because we enjoyed it “for him” in Memphis. Ha ha ha. We got together with some friends and asked everyone to bring their dad’s favorite food(s). I sort of kept to that rule, but there’s no way my dad would make an apple pie with caramel sauce in it, much less miso caramel. My Dad is the kind of guy who, for the longest time, would go to an ice cream stand and get something like vanilla. He disdains fun (and amazing) ice cream flavors and has said, “Ice cream isn’t supposed to be a vehicle for candy.” While I love the wording of his statement, we will always be at odds about the place of mix-ins in ice cream. And pie. I told him about my pie crust with sprinkles in it, and he just made this face that said, “Why would you mess with something that’s so good by itself?”
- Dear Dad, some things are just meant to be messed with. Furniture, my kiddos at school ;), little kids’ hair, and pie flavors all deserve a good shake up once in awhile. Life is more fun when you try new things and experiment; just ask a scientist. If you don’t try something new, you could really be missing out and never even know it! What a sad life. (Somehow this got deep pretty quick.) All I’m trying to say is… there’s a time for tradition, and there’s a time for bucking it. This is a time for the latter because the experiment yielded some delicious results!
- Here’s the finished product: a fat, hefty pie (the only kind of pie, in my opinion) loaded with apples, a buttery crust, and the homemade miso caramel sauce! The real wonder here is not only this pie, but also that my dog didn’t sink her teeth into it while I was photographing this on the back deck :O!
Here’s a closeup of the lovely miso caramel drizzled pie. I know the finished product looks so much prettier, but I loved the drizzle shot. Gotta have that drizzle.
- Fat pies. Love ’em or get gone .
- And the prebaked, star-covered pie! You don’t have to cover your pie with stars, but for me, that was a miliion times easier than rolling out the dough thin and large enough to cover this hulk of a pie. Seriously… the height is beautiful, but it has its logistical drawbacks.
- I hope you make this pie and LOVE it like I did! If you do, let me know how it goes! Here’s to fall, piemaking, and experimenting!