My  friend Christine is an avid home baker.  We met a few years ago when her  husband and I were working at the same firm.  His desk was next to  mine, and he would regularly rave about her cakes, shortbread, and pies -  particularly her peach pie.  She recently confided in me that she used  Crisco (*yikes*) to make her pie crusts, and didn't like the idea of  using hydrogenated oil, so she wanted me to show her what fraisage  was all about and how to use it to make all-butter pie crust.  Since we  hadn't seen each other in months, we made plans yesterday to have lunch  and make pies together.
I had picked up some beautiful zucchini earlier this week, so I decided to make a Vegetable Torte.   Christine settled on making her almost-famous Peach Pie.  So after some  lunch and much needed coffee, we put on some serious chick music  a la  Carol King, Juice Newton (Oh yeah, because Angel of the Morning is a  classic thank you very much), Christina Aguilera, Etta James, etc.. and  got to work.
 
- Christine's delectable Peach Pie
Now, I've made  butter pie crust a million times.  I've never actually even tried any  other types of fat (though I might try lard the next time I make a meat  pie). I'd been using fraisage ever since I read about it in the July 2004 issue of Cooks Illustrated.  Thing is, I've never taught anyone to do it, and as I discovered, that's a totally different thing.
First I  pulled out two cutting boards, two knives, two of everything so that  Christine and I could work alongside each other.  Then we diced up our  butter and put it in the freezer to get nice and chilled.  That went  smoothly, and while we waited, we logged onto the internet to see what  the latest cover of US Weekly was all about.  After spotting it in the  checkout line, we just had to know what was going on with Jessica Simpson's weight.
Butter  chilled, we set up to cut it into the flour.  Because Christine doesn't  have a food processor, we decided to do everything by hand so it would  be as close as possible to the way she would make the recipe at home.   Now here is where we hit a little snag.  Christine was using my wire  pastry cutter and I was using a plastic bench scraper.  The wires of the  pastry cutter weren't doing a very good job of cutting through the cold  hard butter.  So I finished cutting my flour and butter, then handed  Christine the bench scraper so she could cut hers.  In the meantime the  butter in both our bowls were approaching room temperature.  When we  added the water, it didn't seem to be getting absorbed by the flour and  was difficult to tell how much water we needed.  I thought that if we  continued with the fraisage, it would help to blend the water into the  dough.  So I quickly fraisaged my dough then helped Christine with  hers.  All the while, both our doughs were sitting out at room  temperature getting warmer and warmer.  They seemed crumbly and dry so  we tried to incorporate more water into them, but they still didn't seem  to absorb anything.  By the time we were gathering the doughs into  discs, mine had started sticking to the table, and Christine's was so  dry it was crumbling apart.   I knew things didn't feel or look right,  but we stuck them in the fridge and hoped for the best.  Meanwhile we  both prepared our fillings, and did a little Facebook-ing.
When  it came time to roll the doughs out, I was embarrassed to find that it  was a little disastrous.  Sure, we managed to get the crusts into the  pie pans, and the pies both actually turned out delicious, but the road  getting there was not exactly the smoothest, and the crusts probably  were not as flaky as they could have been.  Both our doughs were crumbly  and had no elasticity.  There just didn't seem to be enough moisture  even though we had kept adding water.  My dough only began to take shape  once the butter started to melt.  Then it was greasy and started to  stick to the table, but I couldn't move it dust underneath with flour  because it was so brittle.  Christine had similar problems with hers.   Even though the pies turned out, I was disappointed because I was afraid  that Christine went home with the impression that what we did was more  complicated and difficult than it actually was.
So  what went wrong?  More importantly, how could I have fixed it?  Today I  was determined to figure it out.  So alone I went about making butter  pie crust again - this time, paying extra attention to how the dough  felt and looked at each step (and taking photos!).   First, I realized teaching someone to do something always takes longer  than simply doing it yourself.  Obvious, I know.  It also occured to me  that rule number one of making butter pie crust is to keep the butter  COLD, and even at the first step of cutting the flour and butter  together, we took so long that the butter had come to almost to room  temperature.  Today after cutting my butter and flour together, I put  the mixture in the freezer for a few minutes just as a precautionary  measure, but I might have saved us some grief if I had done this  yesterday when I realized the butter was getting too warm.  The second  mistake was in the way I demonstrated the fraisage.  The butter already approaching room temperature, we should have tried  an alternative method using a bench scraper or rubber spatula.  Instead,  we used our hands, which just caused the butter to melt further.  The fraisage  just worked the melted butter into the flour more, and inhibited its  ability to absorb moisture.  By this point there was not much that could  have been done to save the dough.
So  using what I learned from yesterday's mishaps, making pie crust today  went as smoothly as can be (Whew!).  I ended up using it to make a deep  dish Cardamom Pumpkin Tart,  which I can say with absolute certainty (and Boyfriend will back me up  on this...) had the flakiest crust I'd ever made. It would have been  even better with fresh pumpkin, but it I really needed to use up a can  of pumpkin puree which I had sitting around since Thanksgiving 2007.
So  the next time I have someone over for a workshop day, I think I'll take  a cue from the way they taught us in culinary school.  Instead of  working on our doughs at the same time, I should have demonstrated the  recipe for Christine first, then helped her with her dough.  This way  she could have seen the whole process first, then I would have been able  to pay more attention to what I was doing during the demonstration, and  to what she was doing when it was her turn. Oh well, live and  learn...Now all I have to figure out is do I want Peach Pie or Cardamom Pumpkin Tart with my coffee?
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