I just got back from my grandma's, and I've ascertained the true tomato pie recipe.
My grandmother insists that the crust be a pie shell, and not a thick biscuit dough as I had previously thought. Funny, isn't it? That's exactly what I said defined it! But no, now it makes sense. The pie crust is another family staple, and of course it was part of everything- quiches, and pies. I first learned it from my mother and here is how she made it.
For the Pie Shell..
- Sift 2 cups of white flour (variation: 1 cup whole wheat 1 cup white) with 2 generous teaspoons of salt and a scant tablespoon of brown sugar
- Chop a cold stick and 2/3 stick of butter into tablespoon-size chunks
- Have ready a cup of water with a few ice cubes floating in it, and a large spoon.
- Put the butter and flour into a food processor and chop till they make a consistent sandy texture.
- Leaving the blade running, drop one spoonful of water at a time into the swirling mixture, leaving a few seconds between each, observing changes as the dough clumps together. After 6 to 8 tablespoons, it will suddenly coalesce into one great ball, and clump off balance around the food prcessor.
- Turn the machine off right away.
- Wrap the dough in wax paper, and put it in the fridge.
That's the crust!
The rest is easy!
The Filling...
- Peel and cut 3 large, or 4-5 small, tomatoes into wheels.
- Mix a cup of mayonnaise and a cup of grated sharp cheese, like a good aged cheddar.
- Add about 5 basil leaves, cut to ribbons. Maybe some scallions.
Take the dough out of the fridge and roll it on a floured board, handling it as little as possible. Spread it across a 10" pie pan, and pop it into the oven at 350F for 3-5 minutes.
My grandmother says that if you use lard, you can skip pre-cooking the crust.
Cover the bottom of the crust with a layer of tomatoes, and spread half the cheese mixture over them. Then layer the rest of the tomatoes over that. Finish with the rest of the cheese mixture, and put it in the 350F oven. Bake for about 25 minutes, the top should turn golden brown.
Thank you for getting specific, it gave me a nice thing to remember and talk about with my grandmother.
A note about her kitchen window...
The kitchen window looks out over the driveway, and she is almost always framed in it when you drive up, bright light filling the room behind her. A little flagstone walk leading to the front door passes under the window on the left, and on the right a bird feeder perches askew on a pole, seeds covering the ground where they've been tossed by the birds. The window sill is full of violets and tomatoes and she calls over them as you pass. Once you're inside the first place you go is the kitchen, and as you are mixed a drink and offered a little blue cheese, and mixed nuts, you can look out of the window yourself, as you draw a fresh glass of water from the tap. It is hung with colored glass ornaments, and through them you can see the birds resettle themselves at the feeder. She creates this wherever she goes, it was the same in the old farm.