Monday 3 October 2011

Mothers are complicated.

OK enough said on that topic, at least while she is still alive, lol. My cousin recently posted on Face Book that she had made a homemade lemon pie, including crust.That brought zinging back to my memory when my mother tried to make a pie, though for the life of me i don't know which one. It had many things to do and i think it was a custard one. She finally finished and put the pie filling in the pie plate and started baking it. We were so excited, even Dad kept wandering in the kitchen, as our oven was above the stove so he liked to take a peek. Mom finally called her friend who was walking her through the recipe and asked if it were supposed to bubble like that. Hmmmm...
My dad craved sweets so he would eat it anyway, but Mom had so much invested in the pie being her perfect standard. When she served it, she quickly realized in her excitement, she had never made a bottom crust. We had baked custard, though i must say it was good. If only for the laugh. After that she was back to baking frozen pies again. 
Mrs Smiths as i recall. And Dad ate that too. Miss you Daddy.
Blessings.



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