I used to bake pies.
Fruit pies and cream pies.
All kinds of pies.
With light flakey crust made from
Betty Crocker's recipe and Crisco shortening.
They were good, too.
I was famous in my family for my pies.
People would travel over the mountains for a piece
when they knew I'd be baking them.
Well, one nephew, once.
But he said it was worth it.
I only made them at Thanksgiving,
but I made a lot.
With a family of nine to feed
I thought I needed nine pies!
Always a lemon meringue pie for me,
a coconut cream one for Lloyd,
All made from scratch of course.
No mixes for us.
Then for good luck I'd make
Apple, blueberry, rhubarb, strawberry/rhubarb,
chocolate cream for Mike, and of course,
Gradually the daughters took over the pie baking.
Emily became the go-to pie baker
and I had a rest.
Until this week. In the past two days
I've made two pies, just for Lloyd and me,
and for Emily and Allan when they came
for dinner yesterday.
The first, which Lloyd wouldn't let me share with anyone,
was a raspberry/blueberry pie made from berries from our back yard.
And the second one was Icebox Lemon Pie from
Holly's blog post a couple weeks ago.
Thank you Holly, it was delicious.
I garnished it with Raspberries rather than strawberries though.
Hope you don't mind.
And that's the extent of my pie baking for this year,