Blueberries. Just the thought makes me giddy. They look like blue grapes but turn into the prettiest shade of toxic purple when heated. And they taste like nothing else that I swear they were only meant for gods. So it was a real treat when my mom bought me a package of fresh blueberries the other day. Then my mind started rushing o what to do with them. So I first went with the obvious, blueberry muffins. I tried a veganized version of the To Die For Blueberry Muffins, which certainly live up to their name even after proper vegan adjustments. But those were gone by the next day.
Then I wanted to try something different, no cakes or cookies. So I settled for hand pies.
Growing up I called them empanadas, but it’s basically the same concept of a portable, handheld, filled pastry. My grandma always made them semi-circle shaped though.
This was my first attempt at making pastry dough, so of course I was nervous that it would come out well. But the pate brisse was alarmingly simple, and was, dare I say, better than the pastry my grandma and mom make. The filling, however…
Exploded.
It was then that my mother came to me with all her wise words of wisdom, after they were done, of adding breadcrumbs to thicken, yaddah yaddah… I think it was also my mistake of not leaving enough space for the filling.
Nonetheless, they tasted great. A good first try.
