The Make Pie workshop happened a few weeks ago.
Ten women gathered in a warm farmhouse kitchen tucked in the snowy Bitterroot mountains.
Some had made many pies, some had never ever made a pie.
As with all things in the kitchen, beliefs and systems are in our bones. And there’s room for more.
From our growing up, how we participated, how we connect the dots of our childhood with backyard bar-b-ques and birthday parties and holiday open houses.
Every time I interact with another in my kitchen while preparing food, I learn something. A particular spice they love on beans, a simple method to removing kernels from the cob, the art of punching down dough, the way to prop up a Thanksgiving turkey, an easier approach to saucing tomatoes. Each method or task comes with lore.
My grandma taught me…
My neighbor says this makes the best…
My mom always does it this way…
My uncle says you have to…
My friend always…
Pie is full of lore. And that is what I loved most about the Make Pie workshop. The sharing of experience and our shared experience shaping into beautiful, edible art.
Messy and nourishing, we wrote stories of our own wisdom, intuition and humor.
We made pie.
We also ate pie and soup and bread, sipped coffee and wine and roamed farmer Cindy’s beautiful property (I can’t believe I didn’t get any photos of the baby lambs!).
It’s fun to make new friends.
There will be more Make Pie workshops and other gatherings too! Like: Ruby and I are going to teach something in the kitchen together to grown ups/kids…And, wreath-making this fall. We do have one on the calendar: September 23, 2017 I will teach a canning workshop at Middle Bear Farm. Save the date! Details to come. xo