Strawberry Rhubarb Pie

Relatively Simple • Absolutely Divine

There seems to be some argument as to whether or not man can live by bread alone. But I’ll bet you’ve never heard that accusation leveled against strawberry rhubarb pie. There’s a reason for this.

Think about it. You’ve got fruit – the strawberries. Then there’s rhubarb, a vegetable, well known for its high quality fiber. Your dairy group is well represented in the crust (if made correctly), in the form of copious quantities of butter. Plus you have, of course, grains. You could even easily sneak some whole grains into the crust without losing anyone.

So you have fruit, veggies, dairy, grains and fiber all brought together, miraculously, into the most sublime taste experience imaginable. If it hasn’t been done yet, I would like to officially nominate strawberry rhubarb pie for the title of The Ultimate Food.

In this video, Denyce takes us through her process for making a heavenly pie worthy of this title.

Nominations are now closed!

Big tip: This is no ordinary run of the mill tip. This is huge. Save some of the juices from the cooked strawberries and rhubarb and use as a topping over your favorite vanilla ice cream. If the pie didn’t finish you off, this surely will.

Pie Ingredients:

4 ½ c rhubarb chopped to about ½ inch
1 ½ c strawberries
2 sticks (1 c) cold butter
2 c plus 1 Tbs. all purpose flour
½ tsp salt
4 Tbs ice cold water
¾ c sugar
3 Tbs corn starch
1 egg for egg wash

Cook for 15 minutes at 400° then 45 minutes at 350°.

A fitting tribute to Spring, this poem was submitted to Prairie Home Companion’s March 31st, 2007 Spring Lyric Contest and read on the air by Garrison Keillor.

By Sandra Justice of Greely, CO

Sing high, sing low;
Gone is the snow.
Bring on the rhubarb
And pastry dough.

Nutmeg, a pinch,
Sugar a cup,
Strawberries too
Sweeten it up.

Fruity, juicy,
Tangy bliss —
Who could wish
For more than this?

Mama’s tonic
Dad’s delight,
I could eat it
Every night.

I live up north.
The reason why?
I gotta have
My rhubarb pie.

I only hope
That when I die
Someone’s above
Baking rhubarb pie.

Sing out, my dear,
Raise a cheer.
‘Cause spring has come,
And rhubarb’s here.