Strawberry-Rhubarb Ugly Pie

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Once upon a time, I was six. And once, even, I was eight.
But never before have I been a parent of a six-year old and an eight-year old,
and I have to ask, does it have to be so full of yelling, screaming, crying,
and other forms of conflict? And I’m just talking about Santa Maria and
myself—just kidding. But seriously, did kids always fight this way, this often?

Now, I’m not blind, and I’m not an idiot, so I know I bear some
responsibility. If the 1971 film “Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory” is
to be believed, mothers and fathers are to blame when their children are brats,
though I don’t happen to know any brats myself.

Around the dinner table, things often come to a head, especially
when dessert is served. Santa Maria recently made a quick strawberry-and-rhubarb sort of compote with biscuits, and the children went to war over who was getting more
biscuits, or who was getting bigger biscuits, or some other earth-shattering
slight. Their yelling took all the sweetness out of the moment.

Later, Santa Maria was distressed, and she told me privately
in the kitchen that she couldn't be happy when everyone in the family was
fighting. She looked up at be dolefully, and asked if I could be happy in
situations like this. I didn’t have the heart to tell her then that it was
actually the only way I knew how to be happy. Growing up, my parents yelled at
each other and my siblings routinely violated the Geneva Conventions when they
were supposed to be babysitting me.

Despite (well, actually, because of) the intermittent
conflagrations, we’re working hard around the table and house to defuse the
fighting, to cease the yelling, and drain the swamp of anger. It’s a slow process. At our
best moments, we work together to have a family meeting once a week (if you
haven’t checked out Bruce Feiler’s “The Secrets of Happy Families,” which goes
into detail about family meetings, I suggest you do so right away; it’s a very
useful book).

Santa Maria decided to make this dessert because she was
looking for something that was easier and a bit more healthy than pie. It’s
basically a pie filling, without the crust. I dubbed it, with deepest
affection, “Ugly Pie” (and that was before the fighting started).

If you wanted to fancy this up, you could top the biscuit
with the compote and then cover it with whipped cream. You’d have a pretty
decent dessert then and there. This recipe is a bit of a work-in-progress, and
you might want to play around a bit with the biscuit part of it. The compote,
on the other hand, is just perfect. Consider making that and putting it over
vanilla ice cream. Just don’t fight over it.

Strawberry-Rhubarb Ugly Pie

  • 2 cups hulled strawberries
  • 2 cup rhubarb
  • 1/3 cup sugar
  • a light 1/4 cup tapioca
  • 1 Tablespoon fresh lemon juice

Mix together ingredients, and let sit 15-20 min (or you'll
have little hard nubbins of tapioca)

Place in 10" glass pie pan or casserole

Make biscuit batter:

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

  • 2 cups flour
  • 1 Tablespoon sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt

Sift ingredients 3 times

Then cut in 4 Tablespoons butter

Quickly stir in

  • 1/4 cup milk
  • 1/4 cup ice water

Until it sticks together

Drop/form into little 2-3 inch blobs on a cookie sheet and
bake for 15-20 minutes

Bake the fruit for 30-40 minutes.

Drop biscuits in the cooked compote, if Ugly Pie is desired. Serve with
compote over the biscuit, if so desired. Whipped cream works in both cases.

3 thoughts on “Strawberry-Rhubarb Ugly Pie”

  1. Sometimes I wish that I was still 6. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is still on my favorite movies list, and I think always will be. And I can definitely relate to the yelling. It comes with the territory in an Italian family.

  2. Parents of kids who don’t fight are the ones who should worry. Although I’m not advocating dinner table wars or Geneva convention violations as a routine, it’s hard to imagine a healthy household where kids don’t learn how to navigate conflict and hurt feelings. In my kids’ teen years, the conflicts got considerably quieter (read- sullen, adolescent feelings are not generally expressed in loud tones), and conflicts became parent-directed. But what kept us as parents sane was the long-term view. It’s difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel sometimes, but it is there, and gets brighter. So keep calm (or as calm as you and SantaMaria can, under the circumstances), try to have date nights every once in a while (or more frequently if you can manage it) and know that you’re not alone in this age-old test of parental patience. I still have never cooked rhubarb & hope that Santa Maria’s easy-but-delicious sounding ugly pie will be my initiation.

  3. I hear you. I have two girls myself (8 and 4), and dinner time….sucks. My husband and I deal with the exact same stuff. Grrr! I have been reading your blog for two years, though, and I will say you are an absolutely fabulous dad. Thank you for always being authentic! There are few ways to be a perfect parent, but a million ways to be a good one.

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