Saturday Morning at Shady Acres.   Eldest Son slept in, then came downstairs to wonder about whether or not his car was coming home from the body shop soon.  It was supposed to come today.  By lunch time.  He wanted to go to the bank.  Finally, he gave up and took the family mini-van to the bank.  And came home again to wonder aloud many times if his car was going to come home.


After much fussing around, in the early afternoon, he and his Dad took a ride down there and were able to come in on the final washing of his newly repainted and repaired car.  He was quite elated.  But he still had several hours before he needed to be anywhere, and he was bored. 


“Mom,” he said suddenly.  “I think I  would like to make some peanut butter pie.”  I must have looked at him askance because he hurried on, “I want to make it myself.  The time might come when I would be hungry for it and you might not be around, so I think I would like to learn to make it.  Everything.  Even the crust.”


This was not exactly what I had planned for this afternoon.  There was bookwork calling me, and other Saturday jobs, but I was rather pleased at this initiative, so I agreed that this would be a great time for him to learn to make peanut butter pie.  “Besides,” he added plaintively, “I am really hungry for peanut butter pie right now.  It has been a long time since we had it.”  I’ve been doing some pondering on that one, and I know we’ve had it since Thanksgiving.  But he didn’t get any at Christmas, so I suppose that has been a long time.


So we started with the crust.  I told him the ingredients and how much of everything, and he actually showed a good hand at this measuring and combining part of it.  “This is good,” I thought.  “I wonder if he will stick by it till the end.”  After cutting in the crisco and mixing the “wet stuff” together and then sprinkling the dough with it, he sat down to form his first ball of dough for rolling out:


AA-  The beginning
Here he is shaping the dough carefully in preparation for rolling it out.


AA-  The beginning 1
Here he spreads the plastic wrap carefully on the table.


AA-  The beginning 2
Rolling it out takes careful concentration, but with the help of a form and the help of motherly instructions, he actually did very well with the pie dough business.


AA-  The crust in the pan
Put it into the pan, smooth it down carefully.

AA-  The cutting
Then trim off the edges carefully with the knife.


I was sure I had a picture of his big fingers gingerly going around the pie crust, making almost perfect crimps, but I can’t find it.  One of the later pictures will show the crimps, though, and he did a great job!  After they were all crimped and pierced with a fork, he put the crusts into the oven and baked them.  They were gorgeous looking pie shells.


The next order of business was to make the peanut butter crumbs.  This was another step I neglected to catch on film.  Let’s just say that he made crumbs with vim and vigor!  Lots of them.  You see, my crust recipe makes crust for three to four pies.  He stretched it to four, and then decided that all four of them would be peanut butter.  This would take lots of custard and lots of crumbs.  So he got the crumbs made, and spread a layer in the bottom of each of his baked pie shells. 


Then it was time to make the custard.  This was where I figured he would wear down.  It takes time and patience to make a perfect custard.   But he measured the flour and salt and cornstarch and sugar, he separated a dozen eggs and mixed the yolks and a cup of milk with the dry ingredients while the milk came to a boil on the stove.  Then he mixed the hot milk into his egg mixture and then poured it all back into the sauce pan till it came to a nice boil. 


AA-  The stirring
He stirred it carefully and patiently and was soon rewarded with a beautiful, thick smooth custard. 


He turned off the heat and measured and added the vanilla and butter.  It looked wonderful and smelled even better.


AA-   Almost done
When everything was fully mixed, he poured it into the waiting pie shells.


Youngest Daughter, in Wal-Mart with her friends was able to procure some cool whip for the tops.  She and her friends came home to hang around and giggle and be impressed.  Eldest Son finally said that anyone who laughted at him couldn’t have any.  This caused even more merriment, but did not deter the chef..  Finally, when the pies had cooled sufficiently, the cool whip was applied:


AA-  Applying the cool whip


And after that,


AA-  Putting on the crumbs
The crumbs! 
(I know, it looks like he’s putting on Cool Whip, but it really is the crumbs!)


And then the pies were done.  They were far better looking peanut butter pies than I had ever made, and that is the honest truth.  I think Eldest Son was quite satisfied with his efforts.


AA-  Me and my pies
What do you think?  Aren’t they beautiful pies?
And doesn’t he look pleased with his accomplishment?
The only drawback is that now he thinks he is the boss of those pies.
So if you want a piece, you will have to ask him.
(And you can’t have any if you laugh at him!)
I heard him saying something about being able to eat them all himself, even if it took a couple of weeks. 
(I think he has some things to learn about the quality of old pie.)


Way to go, Raph!  I really am so proud of you!


 

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  1. Wow!! I am duly impressed! But wait, 4 pies??? He is going to have one roaring stomach ache by the time he has them all eaten! Maybe he could share some to the people in the West?

  2. Thanks for sharing such a wonderful and delightful story.    they look amazing!  Good job Raph.  Anytime you feel the need to bake just come on over!  😉

  3. A man after my own heart… I made one yesterday for Conrad. Crust got too brown.

  4. Wow.  I’m not laughing – and wish we lived next door.  You may have a house full of guests this weekend.

  5. LOL  What a guy, what a guy!!  And what a catch for the Ohio Hearthrob…it’s not every young man who can bake a peanut butter pie!

  6. I deeply regret laughing so loud you must have heard me from Iowa to Delaware……………otherwise I’d be expecting a sizable piece of that luscious looking peanut butter pie! I echo Suzy’s,”what a guy, what a guy!” (and what a catch)
    The memories of having our 2 sons unmarried and living at home come to my mind as I read your posts that mention your sons. Our oldest was 11 at the time he dug some potatoes from the garden, peeled and fried this huge iron skillet full one afternoon and proceeded to be very stingy with sharing them with his little brother and sister.
    Great post!

  7. This Auntie is wowed! I just might have to swing by Milford on my way to anywhere today. It would be a trip in vain cause I bed the pies are all polished off!

  8. Oh wow. A million eProps, Raph!!!  Having never attempted a “real” pie before in my life, I am extra impressed!!!    (In my defense, Mom didn’t make pies so it wasn’t something I ever learned and now my husband is more of a cake-guy … and cake, I can do! )

  9. Oh Yummy!  Peanut Butter pie is my absolute favorite.  Ask him if I can have a piece.  I too – do not make pies.  My mom makes absolutely delicious PB pies – so I just beg some off of her!  I admire him for learning to do it himself.

  10. Way to go, Raph!!  And I know there’s one proud momma…=)  That’s so neat to see, so keep it up…

  11. I am so impressed…. And I’m inspired to think that just maybe – someday – my 3 boys will show interest in something domestic, as well.

  12. Christian does the same thing!! If he even just pours in the vanilla in the cookies they are HIS cookies! LOL  But Raph did put in a lot more work! Congrats on raising a chef!  So ma’am when are you posting the recipe?  Or is it a secret?  Those look right tasty!

  13. Yeah for male cooks or bakers!!  My Chancy loves to bake or cook desserts!!! He is pretty good at alot of other things also!  Those are great looking pies!  I am sure they are yummy also that is one of our familys favorite kinds of pies!

  14. I really like peanut butter pie but have never made even one. I didn’t know about them before I married and my husband doesn’t care much for peanut butter. Raph’s end product look so delicious! Maybe he can make some more for quiz team bake sale! I’m sure he will have a busy week, but that was said with just a little hope that I could buy one!

  15. Not considering myself a novice pie baker, I would give Raph a blue ribbon on those pies. Peanut butter was among the four kinds of pies I made yesterday, but I made only four pies.

  16. Well, I will not be having a piece of pie, because I giggled all the way through this post, even laughed out loud at the picture of Raph with the finished product. What a sweet big boy, and what a sweet memory this will be for both of you. Of course, it brings to mind a story about Anthony and eclair dessert, but I’ll keep it under my hat for now, since I’m trying not to do that anymore, you know!

  17. Is EVERYONE in DE related to you?? lol. 🙂 I expected you to know Joe, but I didn’t know he was related, so that is pretty cool. Thank you for your kind words. Although we don’t know Joe, we trusted Andrew to make a good choice. Later.

  18. When the story started I imagined that it would be a wonder if one pie was successfully made.  But 4!  Wow!  He should be proud just as you are.

  19. i love the pics 🙂 i have to admit i didn’t believe him at first when he told me he was making pies but he did eventually get my convinced. and now these pictures are proof. i know i’m impressed.

  20. lol….it is nice to see the ‘domestic’ side of a child coming out….especially when it tastes like peanutbutter pie!!

  21. RYC on my site, I made a reply on my site.  You brought insight to my mind!

  22. Next My house… send him over with some pie haha! Looks so yummy but I am sure they are long gone by now.

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