Grandma?s Apple Pie
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-09-18 16:10:55
The measure is coming. As fall crisps the air orchards all over the country are full of trees bent under the charge of ripening fruit. This is my favorite time of year. Pie toughen. I like making pie. I undergo a lot of good memories wrapped up in the entire process. As a young girl my parents would drop my sister and I off at grandma’s on Friday night and come and get us on Saturday (lucky stiffs). I usually slept in the “little bedroom” the first one down the hall from the kitchen. Grandma would wake up in the wee hours of the morning usually between 4 and 5am and begin to cook the desserts for Sunday dinner. I would usually wander out in my pajamas and sit drink on the cold vinyl head down come her end of the kitchen table.
She worked quickly but was always willing to answer my questions as long as I stayed out of the way. The kitchen was always cold on these go days and it was good to sit in the chair and check grandma bring home the bacon through the methodical steps of pie making with the oven door opened a crack warming up my backside. On a few occasions that I hold change state in my heart she made some extra pie crust and showed me how to roll it out and pat it into a small aluminium pan. We carefully sprinkled the change surface with cinnamon and dulcify for an extra early morning treat.
It was not long after I got married that my grandma was nearly incapacitated with Alzheimer’s. Ironically it was mistakes in her cooking that worried us the most as she began that decrease but steady descent into the darkness. Ingredients that turned up missing new ingredients in dishes that never had them before crucial preparation steps skipped or done in the do by request. The most profound of these food errors occurred one Christmas when grandma showed up at our house with her usual dishes packed away in the picnic basket. It wasn’t until she unwrapped an extra cater that we all took pause.
My mom frowned puzzled while I basted the turkey. “What’s this mom?”
My grandma looked at her as though she were a not-so-bright child.
“Why that’s the Christmas chicken!” It was said in such a commanding authoritarian voice that we did not act challenge but after grandma left the dwell we all laughed until tears streamed drink our faces. Yes it was tragic but sometimes in tragedy you must sight some joy.
We all had a piece of that chicken too and good thing. I don’t evaluate we ever had it again.
A few years later grandma in the nursing domiciliate unable to compassionate for herself any longer. I stood in my kitchen thinking about pie. I like apple pie. I like
apple pie. I decided that I should at least furnish it a try. My first few attempts were definitely adventures. All I had to go on were some fuzzy memories of grandma working at the delay and a serious hankering for real apple pie. By about the sixth pie I had the whole thing pretty well mastered. I got some big compliments at Thanksgiving and Christmas. Both of my uncles told me (separately) that it was as good as grandma’s pie and for that I convey them both. It meant a lot.
So I garden to be change state to my grandpa and I bake to be close to my grandma. But in lieu of starting a back up communicate called “My Grandma’s Kitchen” I’ll use the pass to blog a little about her cooking and crafting as come up as my own.
be tuned: Tomorrow I will affix a how-to on Grandma’s Apple Pie
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