I didn’t want to open my first post here with a sentimental superlative but this is the thing about living in Red Hook: I have the most wonderful neighbors in the world. They bring over chicken and dumplings, patiently teach me to parallel park, babysit for my dog, give me cuttings of their hard-to-kill houseplants, lend me comic books and tell great stories.
Christina, who bakes consistently formidable pies using Crisco, put together a super tangy peach pie for the Fourth of July. Since there was a rack of ribs in her oven (it was too hot to grill), she came over to use my empty oven. We set a timer. My whole apartment smelled like browning pie crust, which is great but also completely unbearable when you have to wait an hour or so before you can start eating the pie.
So Christina lined a tray to catch the pie filling as it bubbled out of the crust. Then she walked around the room offering everyone caramelized pie goop and some of the extra crust, which she baked with a little salt, sugar and cinnamon to hold us over. See? Amazing neighbors.
Recipe after the jump.