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Pear Crumble Pie -- The Sweetness of Nine Years, Finally Earned

Late June, and the summer solstice marks the longest day of the ninth year. Nine years of standing at this stove, writing about this kitchen, documenting this life. Nine years ago I was forty-five, the marriage one year past the affair, Mama diagnosed with early memory issues, James in high school, Carrie in middle school. Now I am fifty-four, the marriage twenty-eight years old, Mama two years gone, James married and practicing law, Carrie finishing college. The nine years are the life. The life is the nine years. And both are the food that was made in this kitchen by a woman who stood at this stove and refused to stop standing.

The Librarian's Table manuscript needs three more chapters. The finishing is in sight. The sight is the motivation. And the motivation is the book, which will be the second book, which will prove that the first book was not a fluke but a practice, and the practice is the life, and the life is the writing.

Robert has been building a garden arbor — a structure that will hold wisteria and that will serve as the garden's entrance, the threshold between the house and the outdoors, the structure that says: you are entering a place that has been cultivated by a man who considers the cultivating a form of love. The arbor is cedar. The cedar is the Robert. And the Robert is the love.

I made peach ice cream — the annual ritual, the hand-cranked sacrament. I cranked this year. Robert supervised. The reversal was appropriate: the woman who has been supervised in the kitchen for nine years now does her own cranking, and the cranking is the sovereignty, and the sovereignty is the cream.

The peach ice cream was the ritual, the cranking was the sovereignty — but it was this Pear Crumble Pie that I made the evening after, when the ice cream was gone and the arbor cast its first cedar shadow across the garden, and I wanted something that felt like an ending that was also a beginning. Pears have always tasted like late summer holding its breath, like a season that knows it is almost finished but refuses to rush. Nine years of standing at this stove taught me that the best things — marriages, books, fruit — require patience and a little heat before they give themselves over completely. This pie is what fifty-four tastes like, and I mean that as the highest possible praise.

Pear Crumble Pie

Prep Time: 25 minutes | Cook Time: 55 minutes | Total Time: 1 hour 20 minutes | Servings: 8

Ingredients

  • 1 unbaked 9-inch pie shell
  • 5 cups ripe pears, peeled, cored, and sliced (about 5 medium pears)
  • 1/2 cup granulated sugar
  • 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
  • 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • Crumble Topping:
  • 3/4 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 cup old-fashioned rolled oats
  • 1/3 cup packed light brown sugar
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 6 tablespoons cold unsalted butter, cut into small cubes

Instructions

  1. Preheat and prep. Preheat your oven to 375°F. Fit the unbaked pie shell into a 9-inch pie dish and crimp the edges. Place on a rimmed baking sheet and refrigerate while you prepare the filling.
  2. Make the filling. In a large bowl, combine the sliced pears, granulated sugar, flour, lemon juice, cinnamon, ginger, and salt. Toss gently until the pears are evenly coated. Let stand 5 minutes.
  3. Make the crumble topping. In a separate bowl, whisk together the flour, oats, brown sugar, cinnamon, and salt. Add the cold butter cubes and use your fingertips to rub the butter into the dry ingredients until the mixture resembles coarse, clumpy crumbs with pea-sized pieces of butter throughout. Do not overwork — the unevenness is what gives the topping its texture.
  4. Assemble the pie. Pour the pear filling into the chilled pie shell, mounding it slightly in the center. Scatter the crumble topping evenly over the filling, covering the pears completely.
  5. Bake. Bake on the middle rack for 50–55 minutes, until the crumble topping is deep golden brown and the pear filling is bubbling around the edges. If the topping browns too quickly, tent loosely with foil after 35 minutes.
  6. Cool and serve. Transfer the pie to a wire rack and cool for at least 45 minutes before slicing. The filling will set as it cools. Serve warm or at room temperature, with vanilla ice cream or softly whipped cream if desired.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 340 | Protein: 4g | Fat: 13g | Carbs: 54g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 210mg

Naomi Blackwood
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Naomi Blackwood
Week 406 of Naomi’s 30-year story · Charleston, South Carolina
Naomi is a retired librarian from Charleston who spent thirty-one years putting books in people's hands and now spends her days putting her mother's Lowcountry recipes on paper before they're lost. She survived her husband's affair, her father's sudden death, and the long goodbye of her mother's final years. She cooks she-crab soup in a bowl that Carolyn brought from Beaufort, and in every spoonful you can taste the marsh and the memory and the grace of a woman who chose to stay and rebuild.

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