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Sun-ripened freestone peaches soaked in good bourbon and pure vanilla, nestled beneath a golden lattice of flaky all-butter pastry. This is the pie that earned the South its reputation for hospitality.
Peach pie belongs to the American South the way bouillabaisse belongs to Marseille. It's not merely regional. It's constitutional. Every family claims their grandmother made the definitive version, and every one of them is correct within the boundaries of their own porch.
The bourbon here isn't decoration. It performs two functions: the alcohol extracts flavor compounds from the peaches that water cannot reach, and it adds a warm, oaky undertone that complements the fruit's natural sweetness. Use something you'd drink neat. Nothing expensive, but nothing you'd hide from company either.
Freestone peaches matter enormously. They release from their pits without clinging, which means clean slices and no frustrating surgery at the cutting board. Look for them from late June through August depending on your latitude. The flesh should yield slightly when pressed near the stem. If they're hard as baseballs, let them ripen on your counter for two or three days. A ripe peach announces itself across the room.
The lattice is traditional but not merely decorative. Those gaps allow steam to escape, preventing a soggy bottom crust. Yes, it takes an extra fifteen minutes to weave. The pie will repay your patience at every slice.
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2 1/2 cups (312g)
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1 tablespoon
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1 teaspoon
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1 cup (2 sticks)
cut into 1/2-inch cubes
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6-8 tablespoons
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3 pounds (about 8 medium)
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3/4 cup (150g)
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3 tablespoons
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1 tablespoon
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1 teaspoon
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1/4 teaspoon
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1/4 cup (32g)
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1/4 teaspoon
freshly grated
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1/4 teaspoon
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2 tablespoons
cut into small pieces
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1
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1 tablespoon
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2 tablespoons
| Ingredient | Quantity |
|---|---|
| all-purpose flour | 2 1/2 cups (312g) |
| granulated sugar (for crust) | 1 tablespoon |
| fine sea salt (for crust) | 1 teaspoon |
| unsalted butter, very coldcut into 1/2-inch cubes | 1 cup (2 sticks) |
| ice water | 6-8 tablespoons |
| ripe freestone peaches | 3 pounds (about 8 medium) |
| granulated sugar (for filling) | 3/4 cup (150g) |
| bourbon | 3 tablespoons |
| fresh lemon juice | 1 tablespoon |
| pure vanilla extract | 1 teaspoon |
| almond extract | 1/4 teaspoon |
| cornstarch | 1/4 cup (32g) |
| nutmegfreshly grated | 1/4 teaspoon |
| fine sea salt (for filling) | 1/4 teaspoon |
| unsalted butter (for filling)cut into small pieces | 2 tablespoons |
| large egg | 1 |
| heavy cream | 1 tablespoon |
| turbinado sugar | 2 tablespoons |
Whisk the flour, sugar, and salt together in a large bowl. Add the cold butter cubes and work them into the flour using a pastry blender or your fingertips, pressing and smearing until you have a mix of pea-sized pieces and flattened shards. This variety creates flaky layers. Drizzle 6 tablespoons of ice water over the mixture and stir with a fork until the dough begins to clump. Squeeze a handful: if it holds together, you're done. If it crumbles, add more water one tablespoon at a time. The dough should look shaggy, not smooth.
Divide the dough in two, making one portion slightly larger than the other. The larger piece becomes your bottom crust. Flatten each into a disk about an inch thick, wrap tightly in plastic, and refrigerate for at least one hour or overnight. This rest allows the gluten to relax and the butter to firm up again, both essential for tender, flaky pastry.
Bring a large pot of water to a boil. Score a small X on the bottom of each peach. Working in batches of three, lower the peaches into boiling water for 30 seconds, then transfer immediately to a bowl of ice water. The skins will slip off with gentle rubbing. Halve the peaches, remove the pits, and slice into half-inch wedges. You should have about 8 cups of sliced fruit.
Toss the peach slices with the sugar, bourbon, lemon juice, vanilla, and almond extract in a large bowl. Let this mixture sit at room temperature for 30 minutes, stirring once or twice. The peaches will release their juices and absorb the bourbon's warmth. You'll smell it from across the kitchen: that heady perfume of ripe summer fruit mingling with oak and vanilla. This is the heart of the pie.
On a lightly floured surface, roll the larger dough disk into a circle about 13 inches in diameter and an eighth-inch thick. Roll from the center outward, rotating the dough a quarter turn after each pass to maintain an even circle. Transfer to a 9-inch pie plate by draping it over your rolling pin. Ease the dough into the corners without stretching. Stretched dough shrinks during baking. Trim the overhang to one inch beyond the plate's rim and refrigerate while you roll the lattice strips.
Roll the smaller dough disk into a rectangle roughly 12 by 10 inches. Using a sharp knife, pizza wheel, or fluted pastry cutter, slice the dough into strips about three-quarters of an inch wide. You'll need 12 to 14 strips. Slide them onto a parchment-lined baking sheet and refrigerate for 15 minutes. Cold strips weave without tearing.
Drain the macerated peaches through a fine-mesh sieve set over a bowl, reserving the liquid. You should collect about half a cup of bourbon-peach syrup. Whisk the cornstarch, nutmeg, and salt into this liquid until smooth, then pour it back over the peaches and fold gently to coat every slice. The cornstarch thickens during baking without turning the filling gluey.
Mound the peach filling into the chilled pie shell, creating a slight dome in the center. The fruit will settle as it bakes. Scatter the small butter pieces over the top. These melt into the filling, adding richness and helping the juices thicken into a glossy glaze.
Lay half of the chilled strips across the pie in parallel lines, spacing them about an inch apart. Fold back every other strip halfway. Lay a perpendicular strip across the unfolded strips, then unfold the folded strips over it. Now fold back the strips that weren't folded before, lay another perpendicular strip, and unfold. Continue this over-under pattern until you've woven the entire top. Press the strip ends into the bottom crust overhang, fold the edges under themselves, and crimp decoratively. The lattice should look like a woven basket: tight enough to hold its shape but open enough to vent steam.
Beat the egg with the heavy cream until smooth. Using a pastry brush, paint the entire lattice and crimped edge with this wash, taking care not to let it pool in the crevices. Sprinkle the turbinado sugar generously over the top. This coarse sugar won't melt completely, giving you that sparkle and crunch that separates a homemade pie from everything else.
Place the assembled pie in the refrigerator for 20 minutes while you preheat the oven to 425°F. Set a rack in the lower third. Place a rimmed baking sheet on the rack below to catch any drips. This final chill firms the butter, ensuring maximum flakiness when that cold dough hits the hot oven.
Bake the pie at 425°F for 20 minutes. The high initial temperature sets the crust structure and begins browning the lattice. You'll hear the butter in the dough sizzle and see the edges start to turn golden. Don't open the oven door during this phase.
Lower the oven temperature to 375°F and continue baking for 35 to 45 minutes more. The pie is done when the lattice is deep golden brown, the filling bubbles visibly through the openings, and the juices look thick and syrupy rather than thin and watery. If the edges brown too quickly, tent them loosely with strips of aluminum foil.
Transfer the pie to a wire rack and let it cool for at least four hours before slicing. I know this tests your patience. But the filling needs time to set; cut too soon and you'll have peach soup. The pie should still be barely warm when you serve it, the filling holding its shape on the plate while the crust shatters at first bite. A scoop of vanilla ice cream alongside is traditional and correct.
1 serving (about 350g)
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