Old-Fashioned Custard Pie

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Old-Fashioned Custard Pie

 

 

If you’re craving a dessert that’s simple yet timeless, this classic custard pie fits the bill. With its creamy texture, subtle vanilla flavor, and flaky crust, it offers a comforting taste of tradition. Ideal for holidays, family dinners, or a quiet moment of indulgence, this pie proves that the classics never go out of style.

Ingredients

For the Crust

  • 1 pre-made pie crust (store-bought or homemade)
  • Optional: 1 egg beaten with 1 tbsp water (for egg wash)

For the Custard Filling

    • 3 large eggs

 

 

  • 1 cup granulated sugar
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • 2 cups whole milk (or substitute half-and-half for a richer taste)
  • 1/4 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1/4 tsp ground nutmeg (optional, for added depth)

Instructions

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