Most people know how much I love to bake, but one dessert eluded me – PIE!
Now I have tried. Lord knows my mother tried! A dedicated pie maker herself, Mom tried on more than one occasion to teach me the art of the pie crust, to no avail. I continued to persevere on my own, with hope building up each time I saw a recipe entitled “No Fail Crust” or even better, “Really No Fail Crust”.
Guess what, they FAILED! Or, perhaps I failed, depending on your definition of womanhood and one’s ability to whip up a good ol’ fashioned apple pie!
So what I lacked in pastries, I made up for in cakes, cookies and muffins! So when First Born Son came to me and asked how to make pie, I hung my head in shame and told him I was not the woman for the job.
But his Gramma is!
So before you could say “Pumpkin Pie” we dragged her to my kitchen and armed her with pie plates and flour.
With an interest reserved for only for antique trucks and farm equipment, FBS was riveted. He worked the dough just the way she asked. He rolled the pastry with the utmost care!
She taught him the fine art of crimping the crust. And crimp he did!!
It was heart warming to see them in action…
…because we finally get to eat pie again!
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Yup, not to mention continue a tradition good work