jujube
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My grandma baked pies that should have been in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.....they were that beautiful. Gigantic golden-brown edifices, dripping juices and sparkling with sugared tops.
She wouldn't settle for a plain pie top, oh, no...….they were latticed and pierced and decorated with cutouts. And the insides? Oh, my heavens, the fillings were food for the gods. If the recipe called for a cup of sugar, she put in 1 1/2 cups or more. Pecan pies had enough pecans for two pies, cherry pies were made with fresh cherries from the tree in her yard, she was fussy about her apples. There were lemon cream and banana cream pies with meringue half-way to the sky.
I want to weep when I think of those pies.
The "pie gene" passed me up.
She wouldn't settle for a plain pie top, oh, no...….they were latticed and pierced and decorated with cutouts. And the insides? Oh, my heavens, the fillings were food for the gods. If the recipe called for a cup of sugar, she put in 1 1/2 cups or more. Pecan pies had enough pecans for two pies, cherry pies were made with fresh cherries from the tree in her yard, she was fussy about her apples. There were lemon cream and banana cream pies with meringue half-way to the sky.
I want to weep when I think of those pies.
The "pie gene" passed me up.