Confession: I’ve attempted pie crusts maybe twice before this galette.
Confession: Up until this galette, making pie crust would freak the hell out of me.
Pies in general freak the hell out of me. So much perfection and pretty crusts. There’s nice agile hands that can gently put a pie together and crimp edges and then there’s people like me that have Buster’s giant hand that just damages everything in one sweep. I’M A MONSTER.
That’s why galettes are right up my alley. There’s obviously still the pie crust anxiety that I’ve totally gotten over, but there’s no pressure of crimped edges and pie dishes. Just the most “rustic” folds my Buster hands can handle.
The pie crust fear has also been taken care of, thanks to Joy. There’s no pulsing in the food processor or needing a pastry cutter, just a rolling pin and some flattening and some serious flaky action. It’s super easy and insanely good and adaptable with any berry. Just be sure that you have a rolling pin before you start so you don’t have to sub, say, a portable propane tank. I’m not saying that I did that but I definitely did that.
man vs wild vs pie crust.
I had a serious urge to make a galette after I went to make papaya bars with my friend Anna and I cut open the papaya and it smelled like a baby diaper and I wanted it to be over but apparently they’re supposed to smell and now I know but I needed a backup plan the end.
We almost made hand pies, but settled on tiny galettes and I remembered I wanted to try my hand at those and then try my hand at cream cheese danish filling. I’ve got a thing for cream cheese danishes ya know? They turned out delicious and I knew I had to make a large one when I got home so I could shoot it for the blog and play show and tell.
So today you’re all getting a birth announcement for a sexy frankenstein cream cheese danish galette baby. voom voom shebang.