Pear Custard Pie Recipe

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This recipe is a true embodiment of cake baker's tenderness and care. Crunchy crumb crust perfectly combined with vanilla custard and baked pears will raise your mood and turn your thoughts to the bright side.

By the way, the crumb crust in this recipe is really tenderly fragile, you will need a spatula to place servings into the plates. If you want it less breakable, take a look at the one in chocolate pecan pie recipe.

Preparing the ingredients

Crumb Crust

1/2 cups vegetable oil

2 cups flour

1 egg

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/2 cup water

and

1 tablespoon honey (optional)

Pear custard pie crumb crust ingredients

Filling

2 cups milk

4 egg yolks

3 tablespoons sugar

2 teaspoons vanilla sugar or vanilla extract

2 tablespoons flour

2 large pears

making it happen

Preheat oven to 350°F (175°C). Prepare 13-inch round baking pan.

Start with preparing the crumb crust: stir together flour and vegetable oil till even. The consistency will be like a stick together powder.

Fold in egg, water, salt and sugar and mix thoroughly.

Put the crumb crust dough into the round baking form and tramp it into the form bottom and borders.

Put the form into refrigerator while preparing the filling.

Prepare the custard from the filling ingredients, here you may find the custard recipe. Spoon it into the crumb crust.

Cut the pear into slices.

Put the slices onto the custard filling.

Sprinkle the pie with honey if you like. It will add special honey taste to the pie.

Put into the oven for 20-30 minutes. When the pears become soft and light brown the pie is ready.

Pear slices on the custard pie before baking

Bon Appetite!

a story to tell with your pear custard pie
pears and greedy fruit peddler

Pear custard pie is usually inspired by autumn ripe pears in crops season, when juicy golden fruits are picked up from the trees. All time favorite creamy vanilla custard taste outlines the baked pear tenderness and bestows the pear custard pie an unforgettable home cosiness mood.

Ancient Chinese had a curious tale about a countryman growing pears.

The Wonderful Pear Tree

Once upon a time, a countryman came into the town on market day, and brought a load of very special pears with him to sell. He set up his good barrow at a good corner, and soon had a great crowd round him; for every one knew he always sold extra fine pears, though he did also ask an extra high price. Now, while he was crying up his fruit, a poor, old, ragged, hungry-looking priest stopped just in front of the barrow and humbly begged him one of the pears. But the countryman refused. He called the priest bad names.

“Good sir,” said the priest, “you have hundreds of pears on your barrow. I only ask you for one. You would never even know you had lost one. Really, you need not get angry.”

“Give him a rotten pear; that will make him happy,” said a man in the crowd. “The old priest is quite right; you’d never miss it.”

“I’ve said I won’t, and I won’t, and I won’t” cried the countryman; and all the people close by began shouting. The constable of the market, hearing hubhub, hurried up; and when he had made out what was the matter, pulled some cash out of his purse, bought a pear, and gave it to the priest. For he was afraid that the noise would come to the ears of the mandarin who was just being carried down the street.

The old priest took the pear with a long bow, and held it up in front of the crowd, saying, “You all know that I have no home, no parents, no children, no food, because I gave up everything when I became a priest. So it puzzles me how anyone can be so selfish and so stingy as to refuse to give me one single pear. No I am quite a different sort of man from this countryman. I have here some perfectly exquisite pears, and I shall feel most deeply honored if you will accept them from me.”

“Why on earth didn’t you eat them yourself, instead of begging for one?” asked man in the crowd.

“Ah,” answered the priest, “I must grow them first.”

So he ate up the pear, only leaving a single pip. Then he took a pick, dug a deep hole in the ground at his feet, and planted the pip. Which he covered all over with earth. “Will someone fetch me some hot water to water this?” he asked. The people, who were crowding around, though he was only joking, but one of them ran and fetched a kettle of boiling water and gave it to the priest, who very carefully poured it over the place where he had sowed the pip. Then, almost while he was pouring, they saw, first a tiny green sprout, then another, pushing their heads above the ground; then one leaf uncurled, then another, while shoots keep growing taller and taller; there stood before them a young tree with a few branches and few leaves; then more leaves; then flowers; and last of all, clusters of huge. Ripe sweet-smelling pears weighing the branches down the ground! Now the priest’s face shone with pleasure, and the crowd roared with delight when he picked the pears, handling them with a bow to each man present. Then the priest took pick again, hacked at the tree until it fell with a crash. He carried the tree, leaves and all, and with a final bow, he walked away.

All the time this had been going on, the countryman, quite forgetting his barrow and pears, had been in the midst of the crowd, standing on the tips of his toes, and straining eyes to try to make out what was happening. But when the old priest had gone and the crowd was getting thin, he turned to his barrow and saw with horror that it was empty! Every single pear had gone! In a moment he understood what had happened. The pears the old priest had been so generous in giving away were the countryman’s. What was more, one of the handles of his barrow was missing. He was in a towering rage, and rushed as fast as he could after the priest. But, just as he turned the corner, he saw lying close to the wall, the barrow-handle, which without any doubt, was the very “pear tree” which the priest cut down. All the people in the market were simply splitting their sides with laughter; but as for the priest, no one saw him anymore.

Old fairy tales don't tell us who invented pear custard pie, but does it really matter? Pear custard pie is baked in millions of houses around the world and only you can make a difference by baking it in your own way.