You start with flour in your bowl,
(All purpose types will do),
Sieve in two cups and one half more,
A pinch of salt in too,
Plus a bigger pinch of sugar,
Then stir the mixture through.
Next, take two cold sticks of butter,
(To make a tasty dough),
Work it in with a pair of forks,
(Don’t overwork it though),
Stop when the butter’s marble-sized,
(You’re done before you know).
After that you add ice water,
A half cup’s what you need
With a teaspoon of vinegar,
Follow her mama’s lead;
Stir until it comes together
When like rich soil proceed.
Dump the mix upon the counter
Then form two disks by hand,
Your dough’s now ready to be filled
With sweetness, fresh or canned,
Whatever fruit filling you choose
The outcome will be grand.
It’s time to heat your oven now
So set it to three fifty,
Roll your disks ’til an eighth inch thick,
Twelve inches wide they’ll be,
On the pie plate the bottom goes
Now build the rest with glee.
The filling’s piled majestically
Then covered with the crust,
A sheen’s applied by brushing milk,
The edges pinched and fussed,
Some knife slits cut into the lid
Ensures the pie’s robust.
Now place the pie in the oven,
Let it bake for an hour,
Drink in the perfume it creates,
Succumb to its sweet power,
You know it’s time when golden brown
So take it out – devour!