My husband has a theory: When you decide to buy a new car, everywhere you look, you see that particular model. I don’t know if that’s true, but I can say with confidence that once you make a few hundred pies, everything begins to look like a pie. And that is how I came to define a knish as a kinda-pie, a pastry wrapped around filling. In fact, I put empanadas, calzones and samosas in the same category. It’s all pie to me. And every iteration is delicious.
The deeper my dive into pie – using this new, expanded definition – the more I’ve come to understand pie can be a way to use up extra food. What home cook doesn’t appreciate a new and creative way to reimagine those few ounces of leftover roast chicken, a meager bowl of last night’s chickpeas, or the remaining blueberries languishing in the refrigerator? With flaky pastry, from pie dough to phyllo, puff pastry to strudel, tuck in those bits and bobs and feed the family one more time, in a new and reimagined form.
A knish (the K is voiced: ka-nish) is a classic filled pastry. While potato knishes are most common, there are other fillings, too, and the internet shows a few versions of the pastry. When I decided to include a recipe in my new book, “When Pies Fly” (Grand Central Publishing, 2019), I searched through the cookbooks my grandmothers passed down to me – a Hadassah collection that was a gift to my great-grandmother Agatha and “The New Settlement Cook Book,” inscribed to Mary with love from Aunt Sophie of Yum-Yum Coffee Cake fame. But it was in Mary’s recipe cards that I found inspiration and a version of the recipe printed here.
Mary was Lithuanian by birth, and I believe this method, and most particularly the dough, was a product of that upbringing. A knish recipe often calls for dough that is both dairy- and meat-free, avoiding butter or animal fat, and using oil instead, which permits a kosher household (where dairy and meat are not mixed) to stuff the pastry with either filling. The recipe card had the rough outlines of the dough with a potato filling; admittedly, I added some personal flourishes, such as fresh herbs and creme fraiche. My grandmother did not know from creme fraiche.