How Not to Make a Crostata

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Jan 27, 2014

Fun fact: I tried killing it with fire, which just resulted in a lovely golden brown crust.

Someone recently told me that I need to start “lifestyle blogging” instead of just travel blogging, which sort of confused me, because my everyday life isn’t necessarily something you’d want to emulate. Most days, I’m locked in a battle with myself about whether several cookies and a glass of milk are as nutritionally viable as oatmeal.

That fight often turns ugly. The Pioneer Woman does not have such quarrels with herself, I’m sure. I bet she makes really healthy oatmeal that tastes like a cookie. I bet her children have zero cavities.

I bet she never sniffs a shirt to see if she can wear it again.

If you are unfamiliar with lifestyle bloggers, they are people whose lives resemble a well-curated Pinterest board. They blog about recipes, and the vintage clothing they’ve altered to fit their gorgeous bodies, and there’s occasionally a beautiful and well-behaved child in the background who is not, I repeat, not picking their nose.

That is not my life. My lifestyle blog would be a bunch of articles with titles like:

Pantless Skype Calls: 10 Tips the Pros Use

Calling ‘Dibs’: What to Do When You and Your Hubby Both Kinda Want to Make-Out With Benedict Cumberbatch

“Hey, It Worked for Hitler!” (How NOT to Befriend a Vegetarian.)

So instead I write about travel and cupcakes, and figure that’s for the best. But just to put to rest any doubters out there who think that I maybe should expand outside of that genre, I’ve decided to write outside of the genre. Because what better way to prove someone wrong that to do exactly what they’ve said, with middling results.

The following is my attempt at a recipe for caramel apple pie which then turned into crostata through the magic of laziness and poor planning. You will note that there is no ingredient list, and the instructions aren’t really helpful at all. Mostly, I just started digging through whatever supplies we had in the vacation rental home at which were staying, and tossed together whatever seemed relevant.

Which isn’t how you should do anything, really. Hmmm. Honestly, that could be a good tagline for this site.

The Everywhereist: How Not to Travel. Or Do Anything, Really.

And it makes a very good title for this post, too:

Here’s How Not to Make a Crostata. Ahem.



  • Apples (I guess a quantity would be helpful here, huh? You will need … several.)
  • Sugar (approx. a buttload)
  • Umm …
  • Butter, probably?
  • Scotchy Scotch Scotch.


Step 1: Decide you want pie. This isn’t really a step. It’s mostly how I feel when I’m conscious, and sometimes even when I’m not.

Step 2: Don’t bother looking up a recipe, because if you do, you’ll discover that you don’t have all the ingredients to make it, and then you’ll get discouraged. Discouragement rarely leads to pie making, so we’ll have none of that.

Instead, just start chopping up a whole bunch of apples. (I guess this should be Step 3?)

I know what you are thinking: If I bothered to buy a bunch of apples, wasn’t I at least thinking about making a pie? And couldn’t I have consulted a recipe at that point and purchased the ingredients?

Yes, probably. Shut up.

Step 7 (Wait, what?): Make sure to keep your slices uniform, because people will probably be watching you, and you want them to think that you know what you are doing.

Step 8.5: Once you’ve chopped up all the apples, start making the caramel.

It’s totally fine if you don’t know how to make caramel. Do not look up a recipe (again, we don’t want to be discouraged, do we? Of course not. Put down that candy thermometer because next thing you know, it will be CONTROLLING YOUR LIFE).

Steps 9 – 13: Just start putting things that look like they would be caramel-y in a pan, and start cooking them over low heat.

I think I started with butter. Then I added some brown sugar, probably? I don’t really know. I just started taking a bunch of photos so that anyone watching would think, “Goodness. That lifestyle blogger really knows what she’s doing.”

No idea what’s going on here.

I think I may have added flour, too, which was a terrible idea. Flour has no place in caramel, but sometimes I like adding it to recipes where it doesn’t belong, just to alienate any gluten-free folks who might happen to stop by.

So if you make caramel, leave the flour out. Unless you live with people who are gluten-free, and you hate them.

I guess this is sugar or something.

Step 14: Grab bottle of scotch. I added some of it to the “caramel” I was cooking on the stove.

I’m not gonna lie: this was a great idea. It might be the best idea I’ve ever had, save for marrying a guy who likes to drink expensive scotch. You’ll want to keep the mixture on a low heat, otherwise the alcohol will burn off, and you’ll have a dessert that doesn’t make you drunk.

No one wants that.

Actually, maybe Step 1 should be “Grab some scotch.” And then it doesn’t really matter if the recipe gets made or not.

(Also, before I get a bunch of hate mail, please note that my husband doesn’t usually let me cook with his Talisker. We had a week to finish the bottle since we couldn’t take it on the flight back home, so that meant I got to put it in basically everything.)

Step … whatever: I don’t really know what happened to the caramel at this point.

I guess I let it cool or something, or maybe I was eating it with a spoon, because I’ve never been one to wait until a dessert was actually finished before eating it. Anyway, the next picture on the roll is of the apples, but now they’ve been covered in spices?

So I guess that would be, like, Step 16 and three-quarters.

I think I used cinnamon, but you can use any of the following: cloves, ginger, cardamom, nutmeg, allspice. Disregard what anyone tells you – they are all basically the same spice, and anyone who pretends that they aren’t is lying to you. Those are the same people who tell you that they can taste chocolate and cherries and Crayola crayons every time they drink red wine.

Full of shit, the lot of them. Wine tastes like grapes. Duh.

If you happen to be making pie for people like that (WHY WOULD YOU BE MAKING PIE FOR PEOPLE LIKE THAT?) just tell them that you used a special Tahitian spice called emory bark, that is closely related to cinnamon. They’ll probably say that they can tell the difference. Assholes.

Step 17a: Don’t forget the sugar.

You will need approximately a buttload of it when making desserts like this. A tiny voice inside your head will say something like, “GAH, STOP.” Just ignore it and keep adding sugar.

Step “I’ve stopped paying attention to the steps and I might be drunk on caramel”: it’s time to roll out your pie crust (which I guess I should have told you to make earlier. Oops.) I realize that I didn’t include a recipe for a crust, but honestly, recipes won’t really help you. Even if you have a perfect one, pie crust is impossible to make. It basically needs to be kept freezing cold and barely touched, so unless you are a sentient robot working at an outpost in Antarctica, you won’t be able to make a good one.

And if you were a sentient robot working in Antarctica, you probably wouldn’t be making pie crusts because there are more important things for you to do like dissecting penguins and taking snow samples and …

You know what? I have no idea what happens in outposts in Antarctica. Maybe they are full of sentient robots trying to perfect a pie crust. That would actually be really cool. That’s research I care about.

Anyway, you probably won’t be able to make a good pie crust, so just pull some recipe from wherever and try not to knead it, okay? Just make it as flat as you can without getting your grubby hands all over it.

Hopefully, you will have a rolling pin with which to do this. And not, say, a bottle of vinegar.

Guess which I had.

Go ahead. Guess.


This photo also suggests that there might be lemons in this recipe, maybe? Or I was just having a G & T.

I’m pretty sure that using a bottle as a rolling pin is one of the more desperate acts I’ve ever committed in a kitchen (and notice how readily I’m rolling with it? Clearly, this has happened before). When you start MacGyvering shit just to get more sugar into your mouth, it might be time to re-access your priorities in life.

Step “Just abandon the whole ‘steps’ thing already, as it’s an embarrassment to everyone involved”: it’s time to assemble the pie.

Now would probably be a good time to stop calling it a pie, actually. Because you probably don’t have a pie pan, or you haven’t rolled the dough out properly, or you don’t have enough to make a top and bottom crust, or you’re just doing a half-assed job of it.

Start calling it a crostata. Crostata is an old Italian word that means “I needed dessert immediately and I didn’t really think this thing through.” If you call it that, then no one will expect it to look like a pie, which is good because, holy crap, does it not look like pie.

Don’t forget your “caramel” which  – who the fuck am I kidding? It’s just Talisker, brown sugar, and butter. And … flour. (Oops.)

Step “Fuck it”: Arrange the apples in a shockingly precise pattern, because at this point, people might once again tune into to what you are doing, and you want them to think you are competent enough to be left alone with a working oven.

Note that I put the “caramel” on the bottom, which makes for a nice, soggy crust.

Bake the thing until it’s done. I don’t really know how long that would be or at what temperature. It depends on the size of your crostata, and whether or not you remembered to turn on the stove.

Step “This is why the Pioneer Woman is famous and I am not”: Take it out and let it cool, or don’t. It’s not like there’s a science to this or anything.

Be sure to take lots of close-up photos, again giving the distinct but nevertheless fraudulent impression that you know what the hell you are doing.

Fun fact: I’ve found that when you add booze to baked goods, it tends not to evaporate. I learned this because whenever a recipe calls for vanilla extract, and I’ve run out, I just pour some booze in.

This has been met with rave reviews. So sometimes I do it, even when I have vanilla extract. The result is magical: a dessert that can get you drunk. Pretty sure that’s how royalty does it.

Step “Please, god, let this be over”: Get drunk on crostata. That’s what I did, in my probably-shouldn’t-be-emulated life.



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  • Shari

    You might not make it as a conventional lifestyle blogger, but you’re a shoo-in for humor. LOVED this!! So like my life. 😉

  • MAnasil

    Hahahahaha this is by far one of the best ones yet… If this is how you “lifestyle blog” you really ought to go for it. Hilarious

  • Wanderingone

    Absolutely spot on description of wine drinkers. Crayola crayons was my favorite part.

  • Janet T

    think I used cinnamon, but you can use any of the following: cloves, ginger, cardamom, nutmeg, allspice. Disregard what anyone tells you – they are all basically the same spice, and anyone who pretends that they aren’t is lying to you

    THANK YOU! I’ve always suspected this was true, and you are the only one brave enough to state this fact.- now McCormick’s will probably put a hit out on you for being so bold.

  • Stef

    Laughed all the way through, because THIS IS HOW I COOK! My results may not resemble the idea that began the adventure in cooking, but are (mostly) edible, which I consider a win. And yes to scotch with everything! This is my kind of lifestyle blog entry 😀

  • You are so funny! I love reading your posts

  • TheOtherLisa

    While cinnamon, cloves, ginger, cardamom, nutmeg, and allspice might be the same thing, you can NOT substitute cumin for cinnamon, even if the bottles look exactly the same without your glasses.

    Take my word for this.

  • Thomas Arbs

    I still doing that lifestyle bloggers’ lives are that much different from ours in their everyday aspects, they just leave out what we feel cannot go unmentioned, replacing it with pink fluffy stuff. And I thank you for explaining the thing about the Talisker, it wouldn’t have gone down well with me otherwise. In fact it still goes down with me as a waste of the stuff, but I have to concede I wouldn’t know what to have done with it, too. I prefer Lagavulin, though. Think I should try to make your recipe, replacing the Talisker with Lagavulin and see how it turns out differently? Then I could write a witty retort lifestyle blog article from that.

  • I wanna read all three articles of you lifestyle blog, even though Benedict Cumberbatch grosses me out

  • It may be a bit of a mess, but I bet it tasted wicked! 🙂

  • Jen

    But was it actually any good? That’s all I really care about too. Sounds like you ate it, and you’re still blogging so it didn’t kill you. That’s a win in my book!

  • Anisa

    If you keep writing posts like this, you can write about anything and I would still read it.
    Thanks for always making me laugh.

  • Layla

    MMMM–I’ve got to try this. But a little cloves goes a l-l-o-o-n-g way, as Martha the other lifestyle blogger says.

  • Larissa

    Always a fan of Step “fuck it” – do people actually wear pants to Skype meetings?!

  • kokopuff

    How did you slice the apples so thin and uniform?

  • Pie. Caramel. Benedict Cumberbatch.

    The perfect amalgamation.

  • Danielle Gauntt

    Laughed my butt off at this!!! Oh Lord! The description of the wine tasters is SO spot on!!! This is pretty much how I cook haha!

  • I think This is the best lifestyle blog post I have ever read. Now I want more.

  • So glad I found this post. I haven’t laughed this hard reading a blog post in ages. I’m don’t usually read lifestyle or cooking blogs, but I’d read each and every “lifestyle” blog post of yours if they’re going to be like this.

    By the way, what do you mean, don’t use a bottle as a rolling pin? I thought most people did that. But maybe it’s just me.

    Keep ’em coming, Geraldine!

  • Oops, I hit “submit” too fast. Could you please fix my typo in the third sentence? (should be “I don’t usually”). Thanks!
    Oh and please don’t publish this one… haha.

  • Sharon

    I almost choked when I saw you added Talisker. I dole that stuff out by the thimbleful. I can’t imagine how awesome it would be to HAVE to finish a bottle in a week. Which reminds me that I am flying out of the country for a week soon. Sounds like the perfect opportunity to see how it’s done.

  • Brianne

    I can’t stop laughing. This just become my new favorite “lifestyle” blog. Thanks for being real (and hilarious) as always.

  • Lisa

    You’re back! It’s been a while since you wrote with this voice, wonderful to hear. 🙂

  • I would love to read your lifestyle blog… in fact, I thought that’s what I was doing? You are down to earth, honest and transparent. Your writing is awesome!

    Never before have I had the mental image of all of my favorite writers sniffing their shirts in the morning. Now I imagine them doing so as they dial in into a Skype call two minutes late, while realizing that they had forgotten to get dressed that morning…!

    As for the Talisker. Well, the food writer in me congratulates you on such a good choice, after all, you should never cook with a whiskey or wine you wouldn’t drink straight. The scotch love in me cried a little.

    • Everywhereist

      Will it make you feel better, Yosef, if I tell you it wasn’t more than a shot or two, really, of Talisker? And that since I don’t drink it, I was just using my allotment of it and sharing it with everyone?

      I mean, it was either that, or leave it in the rental home. No one wanted that.

  • Michelle

    This is hilarious! In a funny coincidence my colleague just posted an apple crostata recipe on our website: so if you ever feel like making another one…

    • Everywhereist

      That’s cool! Do they need a guest taster? I’m really good at tasting things.

      • Michelle

        Haha…get in line 🙂

  • Last night it took me 90 frickin minutes to make spaghetti and meatballs. And there wasn’t even one point when I was sitting on my ass. Instead of trying to make elaborate dinners that take up half my evening and only turn out so-so in the end anyway, I may have to turn my focuses to buttery, alcohol infused baked goods. Because at least some good will come out of it in the end. Ok, checking your steps again….and I’m off!

  • So this isn’t one hundred percent the main point of your article, but you can find out more about what happens at outposts in Antarctica reading Freezer Burnt .

    It hasn’t been updated since August 2013 but I guess that’s not something we worry about when it comes to Antarctic exploration any more?

  • Things I’ve used as rolling pins:

    – Empty wine bottle
    – Full can of Diet Coke
    – Overpriced jar of fancy French jam — excuse me, “preserves”

    The wine bottle definitely works best. Just remember to drink copious amounts of its contents first.

  • Kate L.

    Hilarious! And excellent timing – I needed a good laugh!

    And my Christmas baking rituals include using a (relatively full) jar of peanut butter in lieu of a rolling pin (which I don’t own) to create graham cracker crumbs. I’ll have to try the vinegar bottle next, and see if that makes any difference 😉

  • Well, I didn’t know what a Crostada was until reading this article, so you taught me something!

  • stephanie

    i own a rolling pin, but oddly enough, do not use it for baking – only for rolling out sore muscles. for baking, i am with Paula Pant – i use a wine bottle, a souvenir from a trip to Italy. wrapped in plastic so as not to damage the label, of course!

  • As far as I’m concerned, travel is a lifestyle. Therefore, you are a lifestyle blogger. Ha! 🙂

  • Ian

    I can’t believe your crostata! I made something like that as a failed apple pie.
    I promised my son I would make him a holiday apple pie, but I didn’t have any pie tins.
    Needless to say, I ended up piling the apple mix into a pie shell with no shape and
    had to fold over the ends to make an envelope.

    I like yours a lot better. it’s appetizing and flaky.
    Wish I had your expertise.
    Thanks for demonstrating.
    Ian : )

  • Ian

    …also… I love the home made caramel. ima go get me some scotch right now.
    wonder how it would be with small batch bourbon? ask your scotch drinking hubby

  • Topanga

    I love the line, “discouragement rarely leads to making pies. So we’ll have none of that.” I’ve just recently found your blog, but am so glad I have. Your humor and descriptions are terrific and I love your post on “50 reasons not to read 50 shades of grey.” Keep up the good work!

  • For once, I’m happy I’m a terrible cook:D

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