There isn’t a better way, in my opinion, to welcome someone home after a week away on business than with a huge slab of Triple Berry Galette. Casey has been gone for the past week which means I’ve been eating salads, playing single parent, organizing my closet, catching up on girly/trashy shows, wearing face masks, hogging the couch, plucking my eyebrows in random parts of the house and really wishing I had a reason to bake something. I woke up yesterday morning with the intention of making a pie and that’s what I did. I made this one. My husband was coming home and he deserved a pie for his hard work.
A trip to the store for some fresh berries while drooling over this crostata from Lottie & Doof, and a text with my best baker friend about the difference between a galette & crostata helped me make this ridiculously easy pie. It’s free form. It’s gorgeous. It’s rustic. It’s charming and the crust is earth shattering! Like…I can’t BELIEVE I made this crust-CRUST. The berries are juicy, dark & delicious. They’re the epitome of summer.
I must confess that I hogged this galette like I hogged our couch this past week. Even though I gave half of it to the neighbors, I cut a small slice for myself EVERY TIME I walked past the kitchen. I purposely avoided the kitchen for 4 hours before Casey came home or else there would have seriously been none left. Pie so delicious… you must give half of it away and then hide it. Good thing I’ve been binging on salads….
