GRANDMA LUCINDA'S PIE RECIPE

The following is the pie crust recipe I inherited. I had to write it down with specific instructions when I presented a demo recently. The filling recipe will follow in my next post.

Before preparing the pie, move the oven rack to the lowest position. Any other oven racks should be moved to a higher position. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F.

Crust:
2 cups white flour
1 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup shortening (not cooking oil)
1/2 cup cold water

Measure the flour, salt and shortening into a medium size mixing bowl. Blend into fine crumbs by first using a large spoon and then using clean fingers. Pour in the cold water and GENTLY mix until the dough holds together. Spread about ¼ cup of flour on a smooth clean surface such as a table. Divide the dough into a large half and a small half.  Shape the large piece into a flatish round shape with your hands. Place the dough on the floured surface and gently roll it out from the center with a rolling pin until it is about a 12 inch circle. Gently pick the dough up and turn it over a couple of times during the roll-out so it does not stick. When it is ready, fold it in half and then in half again and center it in a 9 inch pie pan and gently unfold it. Use any extra dough hanging off the edges to patch any open spaces. Trim off the excess with a sharp knife.

Fill the uncooked pie shell with the prepared fruit filling (see next post).

Roll out the second piece the same way as the first, adding a little extra flour if needed. Make sure the top crust is very round before you pick it up. Fold it and center it on top of the filling and unfold. Trim with a knife and seal the edges using your fingers or a fork. Cut a few holes in the top to let out steam and sprinkle the top with a mixture of cinnamon and sugar.

The extra dough can be rolled out and put in another pie pan. Poke holes in it with a fork and bake it with the pie for 15 minutes. It can then be cooled and filled with pudding to make a cream pie. It can also be covered with foil and frozen for later use. Or, leave it unbaked and fill it with pumpkin pie filling or use an apple filling to make an apple crumb pie.

Bake your pie on the lowest rack at 375 degrees for 45 minutes. Remove it from the oven and let cool. Store your pie in the open on a counter and cover it with a light towel so the crust will remain crisp.

SUBJECT TO INTERPRETATION

After I complained about poetry analysis; my brother, Brian, pointed out that, “The nice thing about being the reader is I get to choose what I think it means.” This is very true; and the correct answer to, “What does it mean?” when applied to paintings, music, dance, literature, even scripture, may be---“What do you want it to mean?’ This even changes depending on your current circumstances.

You find this out, especially when you think you are teaching children. Words can be confusing. You discover years later that your children really think they were born in a barn. They learn how to toss cooked liver behind the sofa when you say, “You’ll sit there until your plate is clean.” They learn religion when you tell them, “You’d better pray that comes out of the carpet.” In fact they learn no matter how bad the injury to NEVER BLEED ON THE CARPET. And, “If you’re going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning.” Or, “When the lawn mower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me.” You tell them they need to wear clean underwear in case they are in an accident until they find out, if you are in a bad accident it usually does not matter if your underwear was clean before it happened. You try to teach them logic, “If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you’re not going to the store with me.” Or, how about, “Will you look at that dirt on your neck!” But my favorite is, “One day you’ll have kids and I hope they turn out just like you.”  Then one day your adult children complain that they hear their parents’ words coming out of their own mouths. But it's all subject to interpretation.

DARK WALK IN THE PARK

Six weeks ago a predawn walk in the park involved a crowded path and near misses with youthful runners; usually co-eds intent on preventing the packing on of the freshman fifteen. This morning, with a frosting of snow covering the grass and trees, I was really alone. Not even the thundering herd of ROTC cadets was there to crowd me off the trail (wannies). The only hazards were the homes on the way where the sprinklers had not been turned off for the winter. There the grass and the sidewalks had become a skating rink. I had to decide whether to chance becoming a hockey puck by staying on the sidewalk or a crash test dummy by walking in the street. There was a slight breeze, but it brought the comforting smell of breakfast cooking from the campus cafeteria and fresh donuts from the bakery. By the time I crossed Main Street the sky was brighter behind the eastern mountains, but even the sun has started to go south with the ducks.

By the way, I think our mailman has a flag phobia. Every time the scouts put up U.S. flags in all the yards, he won't deliver the mail!?!