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My roots are showing

My southern roots, that is.

Exhibit A: Tomato Pie

(we had this for dinner tonight)


And just so y'all know how southern I truly am, the side dish was okra straight from the garden.


The recipe:


Tomato Pie


1 batch of biscuit dough*
1 1/4 cups grated Parmesan cheese, divided
2-3 large tomatoes, thinly sliced
2 Tbsp. flour
1 small sweet onion, minced
1/2 cup chopped fresh basil
1/2 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. pepper
3/4 cup mayo-mustard blend (I use 1 part dijon, 2 parts mayo)


Pat bicuit dough into bottom and up sides of a lightly greased 9 inch pie plate. Bake at 400 degrees for 7 minutes. Remove from oven and sprinkle with 1/4 cup cheese.

Toss tomato slices in flour; arrange one layer of tomato slices over cheese. Sprinkle evenly with half the onion, basil, salt and pepper. Repeat procedure.


Stir together the remaining cheese and mayo-mustard blend, and spread over top of pie. Bake at 400 degrees for 24 minutes. Let stand 10 minutes before serving.


*My biscuit dough:

2 cups flour
1 tsp. salt
3 tsp. baking powder
1/4 butter/shortening/oil (use whatever you prefer)
3/4 cup milk

If your garden is gifting you with tons of tomatoes too, I highly recommend this pie! I look forward to making it every summer.

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  1. Jamie JoJuly 31, 2011 at 9:51 PM

    My husband hates tomatoes! I'd love this pie though, I love tomatoes!!

    I bet that Okra straight from the garden was great too!

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  2. Cammie DianeJuly 31, 2011 at 9:52 PM

    That sounds really really good! Thank you for sharing the recipe!

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  3. KarenAugust 2, 2011 at 11:09 AM

    Well, bless your heart, Jenny. Southern roots, really? I had no idea. I am not southern, but am loving the whole southern thing. I was so deprived living in CA and HI all those years, and never knew how great a country song could be, not to mention the cooking and the hospitality, and sweet tea! Where are you from?

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  4. RebekahAugust 2, 2011 at 12:31 PM

    Looks delicious!

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