Pie Heritage

If it weren’t for apple pie, I’m pretty sure I would have been a high school dropout and begun a checkered career involving recycled bicycle parts and horseshoes.

pie2But that’s a story we won’t have to write because my mother was an ace pie baker. None of this thawing a pie and sneaking it into the church potluck. My mother wouldn’t even use canned pie filling.

 She would buy 30 pound cans of frozen cherries at the end of summer and re-package them into pie-sized bags, sprinkling the cherries with corn starch and sealing each for the winter pie season. That was as close as she got to prepared pie fillings.

Her children were devoted but naive fans of her pies. If we ever got a bowl of the cherries during re-package day, we’d sprinkle our cherries with corn starch just like Mom’s pie filling. Even though the corn starch squeaked against our teeth as we ate the fruit, we couldn’t imagine cherries any way but Mom’s.

Our Thanksgiving feasts were not much about the turkey and a whole lot about the arrangement of pies, from pumpkin to apple to mincemeat. We saved room for an afternoon of dessert.

Mom baked a pair of pies the day before her stroke. Now her left arm hangs limply at her side and we don’t know if she’ll ever make another pie.

I am going to learn to make pies. I have avoided that arena because Mom’s pies are legend in our family. They were beauties with a  golden crust sparkling with the sugar sprinkles. Mom’s pies were the reason to invite  family and sometimes a lucky neighbor over for dinner.

It seems right to learn. Not to replace Mom’s heritage, for I can’t begin to do that, but somehow to honor it.

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2 thoughts on “Pie Heritage

  1. Dear Kathy, Here are some lines from a book, I thought you might appreciate:

    “I find myself searching the ‘shoreline’ of my life for the jewel of a good story. When I find one, I ask God my Father to join me at the kitchen table of my heart. There, two of us bring meaning to true life moments.

    Bless me with the warm breezes of inspiration; let this story be filled with the fragrance of your presence; plant your word in me that I might share it with others.”

    Hazel Gohr and I are keeping up with praying, and the posts on Aunt Florence.

    May you feel the Lord with you, Margie

    Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2013 13:27:50 +0000 To: mrsbuzzy@hotmail.com

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    • Margie, thanks for that quote! I like the idea of God joining us at the kitchen table. That’s intimacy and reminds me of how he meets us at the simplest places. Thanks for your prayers.

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