I have been making pie and pie crust for 40 years. Sometimes I think there’s no recipe I haven’t tried, but since I’ve never managed to make the pie crust of my dreams, the one that I used to have at a local deli in LA that doesn’t exist anymore, I know I haven’t. THAT recipe eludes me still.
I have been a student of pastry all these years, learning all the things that contribute to our detract from a fantastic crust, and still the perfection eludes me.
This deli that used to exist was a family place using handed-down family recipes. They made absolutely stellar pies, astonishing pies, perfect pies. And they made two kinds: flaky crust fruit pies and short crust cream pies.
The thing about their crusts was that they were so excellent, so perfectly created, so flawlessly formulated, that they could be the thickest crusts I’ve ever come across in any pie ever and the result was that you found yourself wildly grateful for that fact. The flaky crust was an extraordinary well-browned, ultra flaky yet also having some elements of a short-crumb as well, very thick and brown at the crimp and simply heaven. They made that most elusive of pies, boysenberry. Oh lord I thought I’d die they were so good.
The cream pies, (banana, coconut, chocolate and better still, lemon meringue with the tartest, most delicious lemon filling) were piled high in these short-crumb pie crusts that were not truly sweet, but were some kind of special heavenly super-tender shortbreadlike thick crust that I could happily eat slabs of no matter what kind of filling was in it.
And in 40 years of making pies and trying all kinds of crust recipes I have never come close to replicating those crusts.
But if any Dopers have any secrets to Ultra Crust, the kind that you can pretty much eat all by itself because it’s so delicious, please share, because it’s one of life’s big quests for me.
The other one is finding a ham like the ones my mother used to make, but I’m pretty sure that the only hope I have of ever coming close is forking up BIG BIG money for heritage pork, and even then I’m not holding out much hope. Ham to dream of and cry over, it was so amazing.