This luscious juicy grape and blueberry pie with tender flaky crust is the perfect early autumn dessert that you need in your life. (Jump directly to the recipe.)
“Well you know, a lot of those slaves had better lives before they were free.” said my first boyfriend’s stepmother as she passed me a bowl of mixed vegetables. I was 19 years old and stunned at what I had heard. It was the first time I had met my then boyfriend’s family and I was on my best behavior. Or at least trying to be. My boyfriend noticed my uncomfortableness and immediately changed the subject before I could explode or storm out of the room. But the damage was done. I avoided visiting his family after that, and after a serious of dramas that can only be associated with someone in their young 20s, post-college, with your very first significant other, we broke up.
I hadn’t thought much of that incident in the years that have passed. I’m not really in touch with my ex, though I have mutual friends who are Facebook friends with him. It took me awhile to come to terms with the fact that though I wish him the best in life, I don’t have any real desire to have him in my life. He certainly didn’t hold the same views as his step-mom (and in fact, he always disliked her for completely different reasons). But that didn’t mean when we were together that he didn’t occasionally exhibit casual racism, much like all the people I grew up with in suburban St. Louis. It wasn’t until I moved away to San Francisco that I realized it wasn’t normal for folks to compliment me on how well I spoke English or ask me where I was from (spoiler alert: When asked where I was from, I would usually answer with “Chesterfield” a western suburb of St. Louis; it always confused the person asking, as they wanted the answer to be China or Thailand).
When Ferguson happened a few years ago, with the shooting of Michael Brown, I had so many friends say things like “How did this happen?” and “I am so shocked this is happening in this day and age!” I wasn’t. In fact, growing up in St. Louis and going to college there, all I could think was that I was surprised this sort of thing didn’t happen earlier. And actually, it probably did. But we didn’t have social media back then. The most common question in St. Louis when you meet someone new is to ask “Where did you go to school?” meaning what high school did you attend? But what this question REALLY means is “where did you grow up and what’s your social class?” It’s the sort of question you ask to determine if the person you were talking to is “your people.”
I don’t mean to disparage my former boyfriend. We both left St. Louis 20 years ago and as much as I have changed, I’m sure he has too. And every time I go back and visit my old hometown of St. Louis, I’m surprised at how much it has grown as a vibrant cultural city. I have good friends who still live there and I have a strong nostalgia for it. It will always be home to me in a different sort of way that San Francisco is. But when the protests broke out a week ago because another white cop was acquitted of shooting another black man I wonder has anything changed at all?
It reminds me again that I live in a bubble here in San Francisco and my own social media sphere. The outrage that my peers and friends have are obvious to me. But are they obvious to everyone else? When 67% Republicans approve of Trump’s reaction to Charlotteville, I just shake my head. It should be a no-brainer situation to be able to say “Nazis are bad.” But our president couldn’t even do that simple task.
I’ve been spent a lot of time (most of my life actually) trying to figure out why people act the way they that they do. It’s easy to boil it down to fear or anger or ignorance. But simplifications like that seem to stymie conversations, important conversations, that need to be had. Looking back at my young self at that dinner table, I wish I had stopped in the middle of dinner and had a conversation with the woman about slavery, racism and the sort of attitude that is detrimental and degrading to humans, all humans. But I guess that’s something I have to live with, the lost opportunity with her. The lost opportunity for myself to do something right.
As always, when something insane happens in the world (or in my personal life), I retreat to the kitchen and food. I swore I saw Concord grapes at the grocery store the other day. But when I went back, they said they didn’t have it. But I was able to find some small Red Flame grapes which, in some ways, is better. As much as I love Concord grapes, the seeds are a pain to deal with. The Red Flame grapes I found were small, intensely flavored and not quite as jelly-jammy sweet like Concords. More importantly to my inherent laziness the Red Flame grapes were seedless. And as I made the pie crust with my hands, squeezing the butter until it clumped up, I tried to let go and just be in the moment. Drizzling the liquid in the dry ingredients and massaging it until a dough formed. Rolling it out until it’s the right round size. Making the filling and weaving the strips of dough over the top. And then placing it in the oven and waiting patiently as it bakes and browns and bubbles.
And as I slice into the pie, I’m reminded of my ex-boyfriend who inspired this pie. I wish I could have made this pie for his step-mom and explained to her that social justice isn’t like a pie or cake. Just because people of color and minorities ask for civil rights (rights that they should always have had but somehow don’t), doesn’t mean you lose your own rights. Rights aren’t like pie, where the more you slice off and serve, the less others have. Allowing two men to marry doesn’t affect anyone else’s marriage. Not having your car being pulled over and shot because of your skin tone isn’t going to affect someone else’s ability to drive or live a healthy life. And taking down a statue of Robert E. Lee, a confederate general that fought a war to preserve slavery, a statue that Lee and his ancestors never wanted erected in the first place, doesn’t erase the dark time of our history. And as I take my first bite of grape and blueberry pie, I close my eyes and savor the moment I’m in and hope to do better. We all need to do better.
Grape and Blueberry Pie
By Irvin Lin
The idea of a grape pie is inspired by the memory of my former ex-boyfriend, the one I mentioned above. It was one of the desserts that his mom (not the step-mother but his biological mom) made and he loved. He always raved about how great it was, but he was never able to find it. It’s not super common which is too bad. Most grape pies you find are made with Concord grapes but I used Red Flame grapes, which are seedless. I paired it with blueberries, which have a little more natural pectin in them, as well as adds an extra dimension of flavor with their spice and earthiness. Try to find grapes that are smaller in size, as they will be more intense in flavor, less watery and match in size with the blueberries. If you substitute a different grape, I’d recommend a red or black grape instead of a green one to match the blueberry color. And make sure the grapes you use are seedless (or you’re spend half your time de-seeding them). Also be sure check the bake time, as you may need to bake the pie longer for the filling to set. If the crust starts to brown too much, and the filling isn’t set, just cover the crust with aluminum foil until the filling is bubbling.
Ingredients
Crust
3 1/2 cups (490 g) all-purpose flour
2 tablespoon white granulated sugar
2 teaspoon kosher salt
1 1/4 cups (300 g or 2 1/2 sticks) cold unsalted butter
1/3 cup ice cold water
1/3 cup vodka
Filling
3 cups (455 g or 1 pound) Red Flame grapes
3 cups (455 g or 1 pound) blueberries
1 medium apple, peeled, seeded and grated through the coarse hole in the box grater
3/4 cup (150 g) white granulated sugar
1/4 cup (35 g) tapioca flour (or cornstarch)
2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
To Assemble
Extra flour for sprinkling on rolling surface
1 large egg yolk
2 tablespoon sparkling or granulated white sugar
Directions
1. Make the crust dough by placing the flour, sugar and salt in a large mixing bowl. Cut up the butter into 1/2 inch chunks, sprinkle over flour and toss to coat. Flatten the cubes of butter with your fingers until all the butter has been smashed. Start rubbing and squeezing the butter together with your fingers, until the ingredients start to clump together. Sprinkle the water and vodka over the mixture and toss with a fork until it forms a dough. If the dough seems too wet, add a little more flour and fold it in, but the dough is meant to be moist. If the dough seems to dry, sprinkle an additional tablespoon or 2 of water into the dough. Split the dough in half and gather one portion together and flatten into a large 1/2-inch thick disk. Wrap tightly with plastic wrap and repeat with the rest of the dough. Place in the refrigerator for an hour or overnight.
2. Once the dough has chilled, make the filling by placing all the ingredients in a large bowl and gently mixing to make sure all ingredients are completely coated.
3. Roll out one disk of dough to 10-inch round circle on a clean surface liberally dusted with flour and then fit it into a 9-inch deep dish pie pan. Pour the grape and blueberry filling into the pie crust. Roll out the other dough of disk to the same size and cut into strips. Place the longest strip of the second pie dough over the filling in the center and turn the pie 90˚ and place the second longest strip perpendicular to that in the center of the pie. You should have an “X” on the pie. Turn another 90˚ and place the third and fourth strips of dough on the right and left of the center strip. Now turn another 90˚ and place two more strips of dough, lifting up the strips to “weave” the strips above and below the placed strips. Continue until you have topped the entire pie, saving the short pastry strips for the ends of the pie top. Decoratively crimp the sides of the pie, folding the ends of the top crust into the edges.
4. Place the pie in the freezer for 20 minutes to let the crust chill. While the pie chills, preheat the oven to 400ºF. Once the pie has chilled, place on a rimmed baking sheet to catch any drips. Beat the egg yolk with 1 tablespoon of water, and brush over the top of the pie crust. Sprinkle sugar over the top of the pie and bake 20 minutes at 400ºF. Reduce heat to 350ºF and continue to bake 60 to 80 minutes or until the filling is bubbling hot. Check the pie halfway through the baking. If the crust is starting to brown too fast, cover with aluminum foil to prevent burning. Serve warm or at room temperature, but definitely let it cool for a bit for the filling to set up.
Makes 1 pie, serves 8-10 people.
Pat Fusco says
Irvin — More about your wonderful writing about racism later, between us , but meanwhile: I found a totally new-to-me variety of grape at Whole Foods last week, called ThomCord. It’s exactly that, a hybrid of Thompson seedless and Concord grapes, almost as sweet and winey as Concord and no seeds. The aroma is close to Concords and to the wild grapes that grew where I lived as a child. I imagine they would be perfect for this pie!
kelly says
I have always enjoyed your recipes, but I appreciate your writing and your candor–especially about something so important. You bring personal experience and openly share it. That others are uncomfortable about discussing it publicly say far more about them and I struggle with that. It’s a beautiful pie, and I’d love to have a slice right now. There truly is something very cathartic about baking, and pie in particular, seems to soothe.
Sabrina Modelle says
You are kind of the best, you know that? I think both of the times I’ve kept my mouth shut in the face of casual racism, and the times that I ignited fights even within my own extended family because I just couldn’t be quiet, and it feels so exhausting. I’m tired, and I’m not even a POC. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to be faced with people constantly assuming you’re from China because you’re Asian or that you’re a criminal because of the color of your skin. Pie though… pie helps.
Robin Chesser says
I grew up in The Bronx ( where I still reside ) and the exodus ( whites were fleeing, but not us ) had just begun when I became aware that not everybody had a group of friends that were disparaged by my grandmother (I loved her dearly except for her extreme prejudice & racism ) for being a race of people she didn’t approve of. It hurt to not be allowed to bring my friends home because they were African – American and Puerto Rican. The exodus ( my grandmother fled ) having been completed, we became the only white family left in the neighborhood and I became the one who was hated because of my race and often picked on and beat up. I don’t pretend to understand prejudice & racism and did not come close to what other races have had to endure but I do know I could have moved to a “white” neighborhood eventually yet I remain, for others, it’s not that simple. You can’t shed the skin you’re born in.
Loved the post!
Stefani H Pollack says
Thanks for talking about this. It’s so important. And, it encourages me to follow suit. And, that pie looks incredible!
Diana says
Living as a white person in a formerly white area is a much worse (or I should say life-threatening) experience than receiving compliments on how well you speak English. Besides, you could have written at least SOMETHING about the taste, texture etc. Now I still don’t know if I want to make this pie or not.
Nancie McDermott says
Thankful for this beautiful moving post. And this wonderful recipe. Love your pie comparison, to there being Enough rights to go around. also love this pie. I have been making one with muscadines, native NC grape with huge seeds. Season’s almost over plus It’s Trouble!!! so last night I bought red seedless to see what kind of grape pie they would make. And here Incone across this wonderful essay AND recipe. What a gift. Mine are big, so I will see how they do.
Suchi says
First of I used to live in STL too (went to SLU for Master’s). You are spot on about that cultural difference between Midwest n coast. People have difficulty accepting people of color. When asked what nationality they expect Indian but not me saying American.
Deb|EastofEdenCooking says
A fabulous post! Seasonal, timely and brave too. Not sure what I like more, the personal narrative or the lush pie. More discussion, more pie, more understanding. things we all could use this fall.
Erin R. says
What an interesting read! You speak English really well? Seriously!? That’s not funny, but it’s so hilariously clueless. We really had so little exposure to, well, ANYTHING back then, didn’t we? I grew up in Salt Lake, which was white Mormon to the max back in the 80’s. I knew of exactly one Baptist kid and one Jewish girl in my entire (enormous) grade. Luckily, my parents had both grown up in homes where they could play with and be friends with whoever they wanted, and that’s the kind of childhood I had, too. I was fairly oblivious to the fact that not everyone feels that way, and it came as a shock when I was old enough to date and found that people around me would not even consider dating non-whites. Why? I can’t really say. It just wasn’t done, and people never even wondered why. Local mindset and culture can be very strange and arbitrary. Funny things to think about.
Kari says
What a fun idea to add both grapes & blueberries to this pie!
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Teresa says
This is a wonderful, thoughtful post. It’s heartening to see food bloggers take on important issues, especially as eloquently as you do.
guilhermina says
Que coisa mais gostosa é essa torta,fiquei com uma vontade enorme de provar pena que não posso, vou salvar a receita e fazer neste final de semana estou ansiosa para fazer logo.
Louella Anderson says
I made this pie last night! It’s beautiful…and DELICIOUS!!
Irvin says
Yay! I love this pie. I’m so glad you did too!
paloma says
Que maravilha essa torta fiquei com uma vontade imensa de comer a receita é bem grande mas não parece tão difícil de fazer, vou seguir e preparar, acredito que será o maior sucesso aqui.
Palash Mukhopadhyay says
Wow Look at this wonderful pie . This is a delicious blueberry pie. I love your post totally , Thanks for Sharing This delicious pie recipe.
Katie says
If I am allergic to vodka, can I just use water?
Irvin says
Yes absolutely! Just substitute the same amount of water for the vodka. Or feel free to substitute your own favorite pie crust or a store-bought crust if you prefer.
Lynn says
Hello! I had an abundance of thomcord grapes on my vines this season and in my search for a pie I discovered your recipe. Thank you so much for sharing it and your thoughts. The pie is excellent! I used frozen grapes and blueberries and let them thaw a bit before baking. Thankful I have more fruit in the freezer!!
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Delicious pie. I tried making it for my whole family, and they all loved it.
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baby in yellow says
I had so many friends say things like “How did this happen?” and “I am so shocked this is happening in this day and age!” I wasn’t. In fact, growing up in St. Louis and going to college there, all I could think was that I was surprised this sort of thing didn’t happen earlier.
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