Recipe Karelian Potato Pies

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Karelian Potato Pies
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Finnish Karelian Pies with rye crust made with potato mash instead of rice porridge (or the most ancient filling: barley porridge). This is my late grandmother’s recipe; her family was from Rääkkylä village in Northern Karelia. The thin, sticky and easily cracking crust of Karelian pies is challenging to roll but the result is rewarding. Karelian pies are available in almost every store in Finland so I seldom bake them at home. My grandmother would laugh if she saw the pattern and finish of my pies but I gave it a try today.

Preparation ~1 hour
12-14 (roughly 10 cm wide) pies

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List of all ingredients: 700-750 g potatoes, 55-65 g salted butter, 200 ml skimmed milk, 1 1/2 teaspoons salt, 400 ml rye flour, 1-2 eggs, 130 ml water

Filling
700 – 750 g potatoes
3 large tablespoons (30-40 g) softened butter
150 ml skimmed milk
1 teaspoon salt
(1 egg; optional)

Crust
~130 ml water
1/2 teaspoon salt
300 ml rye flour

Before baking
At least 100 ml of rye flour to be used on the tabletop
1 egg for brushing

After baking
50 ml milk and 25g melted butter (2 large tablespoons) to smear the crust

Cook the potatoes in unsalted water (30-40 minutes) until soft, drain and mash well. Add the softened butter, milk and salt. If you add an egg (I didn’t), let the mixture cool first.

Moisten a kitchen towel thoroughly and twist it. Sprinkle a good amount of rye flour on the tabletop. Roll a long stick from the dough and cut it into 12-14 pieces. Make little balls of the dough; put them inside the folded towel to prevent them from drying. Flatten each ball with your fingers as much as you can and roll the dough into a thin disc/sheet with a rolling pin (the shape is rather irrelevant; my grandmother used to make perfectly round discs). If the dough sticks or breaks while rolling (happens easily), just form a new ball, dip the ball into some flour and start over. The crust can be more or less floury. Excess flour can be brushed off.

Place each thin disc of dough carefully on top of each other under the moist towel. When you've finished rolling, place a big spoonful of filling on top of every sheet. Leave ~1,5 cm of the edges clear. Lift the edges a little on top of the filling by pinching them with your thumbs and index fingers into crinkles. Start from the middle and finish towards both ends. Brush with beaten egg and bake the pies on a baking sheet in the middle of the oven (250°C; 225°C fan) for ~20 minutes.

Brush the bottom crust of the warm pies abundantly with milk and butter mix. Serve with butter, butter and sour cream or with boiled, crumbled eggs mixed with butter or butter-sour cream mix.

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Never heard of these. That pastry looks very difficult to work with. I know how difficult rye can be. Bravo for making them at home when you can buy them easily. There is something rather Russian about this recipe.
 
A traditional song of Finnish Karelians


A Song of an Evacuee by Veikko Lavi

In the evening as mother was tucking me in
I could not foresee what would the morning bring with it
A cruel artillery battery had arrived to the forest during the night
A dark row of evacuees quietly wandered down the road

Sound of war roared clearly from near the border
Uncertainty gnawed the hearts of Karelians
We were given a quarter of an hour until departure
We carried our precious bundles to the neighbours haywagon

Our beloved land and alley were gone
There, on top of the roofs our piece of sky is left
I have forgotten the amount of tears shed
Karelians' will to live was not shaken by war

Young warriors of Finland marched toward us
They were lead by baby-faced second lieutenants
Many made the last trip of their lives then
Determinedly toward the end, as if they anticipated it

Roadwork men asked where is the destination
Oh, but we will only know once we get there
Householder left them a pork casserole as well
Said: "Vot, here is some relish with bread"

Evacuees were packed into a train at the station
Questions from the authorities were answered precisely
One mother said: "These are all my belongings,
Five little children and a new coffeepot as well."

Little brother was born at night in the train
It was wrinkled and eyes still closed
Lotta's brought manna from heaven, hot gruel
They wanted to nurse us wretches

We arrived after three days
Karelian people stood in an auction
When householders picked up evacuees
They left the five children and the mother on the road

We went to live in the town hall as well
After a year we got to move into our own cabin
A letter from father came through: "I will get off the army soon"
He did and was buried in war heroes' grave next to the church

When mother harrowed her croft,
A skylark accompanied the start of a new life
I sat at the edge of the field with little brother
I told him how beautiful Karelia was once


There are a lot of people of Karelian origin in my home town; hence a lot of Karelian pies for sale in the bakeries and grocery shops.
 
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