Pie Challenge - #2

Today I made a Fairfax Pie.



Now, maybe you're thinking to yourself, "Well, that doesn't seem like so much of a challenge."

Let me tell you something - there is no such thing as a Fairfax Pie.

Note to self: Filter suggests from Erin Persaud.

Why I would choose to make a pie that is inspired by Fairfax, VA? I don't know. I must have been having an optimistic moment. I can't imagine a more difficult pie to make.

When I think of Fairfax, what do I think of? Traffic? Overcrowding? Yes, I could have dumped a ton of blueberries into a pie and said that the crowded berries reminded me of home, but that's not good enough. "Think deeper," I told myself. George Mason University - a green and yellow pie? Nah. A Patriot pie? What would that be? Red, white, and blue? Again, nah.



So, I started researching this great land. I think I actually read about three hours worth of Fairfax history. I read about confederate commander John S. Mosby capturing three Union officers. No pies there. I read about the old Courthouse being in modern day Tyson's Corner, and Gallows Road being so named due to the road the prisoners walked to get to the gallows. A little too morbid for a pie there. I studied George Mason, himself, and looked up foods he might have eaten on his plantation. Nothing worthy of this pie challenge.

Finally, I decided to look up the historical sites in Fairfax county. While searching, I came across Colvin Run Mill. This mill has been in operation since 1811. While reading about this cool historical site, I came across something called a dusty.


http://www.fairfaxcounty.gov/parks/wp-history.htm

A dusty is a hand held pie, taking a crescent shape, normally made with flour ground at the mill and filled with preserves. I didn't use flour ground at the mill, because they were closed on Tuesdays (really though, they sell flour, grits, cornmeal - Awesome!). I also didn't use preserves because I wanted to find something more authentic to Fairfax, and I didn't want to cheat with a jar from the grocery store.

So, back to the drawing board. What fruit is Fairfax? Well, plums are natives. So, plums it was!



And, boy, did they open my eyes to a new love for this county that I call home! Slightly tart, reminding me of the unending traffic and annoyances of suburban life, but ultimately delicious, just like home.



Fairfax, Virginia: Good enough for pie, good enough for me.