I made apple pies last night. Yes, I thought we had enough people coming to merit making two,apple pies. I started cooking the pies first, and when I had them made, my pot pies.
I use Pillsbury roll out pie dough. It comes in a long box, and sometimes you can find it around the milk, eggs, and breakfast items.
With this kind of dough, it lays on the pie plate easily, and isn’t any trouble to use. The crust turns out flaky, and wonderful every time.
I use real,butter, and cinnamon, along with nutmeg, and cloves. A dash here and there makes this pie. I don’t go heavy on the spices, but the combination is worth the effort. I use one cup of sugar per pie.
My mother-in-law insisted that “A pie is not a pie, unless it is sweet enough.”
She taught me to make my own crust, and then one day I found that she was using the roll out pie dough. I don’t know the brand she used, but I think it was Pillsbury. What a difference in not making my own dough, although I did make a good pie crust, when I made them regularly.
I purchased about 19 apples for the two pies, and they were green, Delicious apples. I thought I had another kind, but this did make a good, pie. I didn’t taste it, because right now I am off sweets.
I cut the apples, and made the two pies together at the same time……dough on this one, dough on that one. Apples on this one, apples on that one, and let me get some of the apples on that one, for this one….I thought.
I think of my mother in-law every time I make a pie. She shared with me, but I helped her make her pies. We moved away four, years, later, but I lived across the street from Ed’s folks, while we were in Ed’s hometown.
I am grateful, daily, for learning to cook like a, country, cook should. Pies, cakes, meals that were tasty, and good, were the way she baked, and cooked. I don’t think she shared all her cooking, secrets, but I am thankful for learning how to make pies.
I had to step out by faith, and pour the water into the flour, with the Crisco already there. She didn’t measure the shortening. I don’t either. Stir it with a fork , and make sure the flour is salted enough before you pour the water into the little dip you made for it in the flour.
This should make a ball, and then with clean hands, you take this ball, and set it on the dough board. You use a rolling pen, and roll out the dough.
This is where I had trouble making my dough. I couldn’t make it roll out without adding lots of flour, and holding my lips right. My hair was back, because I wore a pony tail. I got both hands into the dough, and used the rolling pen, finally lightly. The dough had enough flour under it at last, and it rolled out. Wow!
I put mine in the tin pie pan, like hers, and I made my first pie ever, at home, away from her watching eyes. I set the oven, and out the pie came.
I had rolled the pie dough too much, but otherwise it was good. Ed was glad to have something that I cooked, and we both ate that pie. He said, “I’m glad that you are listening, and watching how my Mom cooks. “
End of story, and I don’t know if he shared a piece when she came over. I worked with her, and dried the dishes after supper. I helped her in the kitchen every time we ate over there for Sunday lunch, or whenever we were invited.
You know the experience taught me many lessons. I know that in heaven she is pleased, because she sees that I am using what she taught me. I was young, and she included me like a daughter.
So I made two apple pies. I peeled about 8 apples for each pie, and you know, they cooked until they were leaking from the candy that melted, and the apples that were producing some juice, along with the butter that I used generously. I put a stick of butter in my pies, and no more or less. I don’t know that my mother-in-law used that much butter. I use the three spices, and I don’t know that she used the cloves. I have learned that this is a good pie if you pray over it. I have learned that a meal is better if I say the blessing before I start cooking, and all during the cooking process.
Last night when I served the pies, we had a big container, of ice-cream in the freezer. The first one to go for the pies found the ice cream, and everyone had a taste, except me. I was off sweets last night. I don’t know why, but at times, I go off sugar.
I am off it today, so I can’t sample the pie that we brought home. Ed and Isaac didn’t go home last night before they got more pie, and ice cream. I stood a ways from them, and finally found another place to go until they finished eating their pie.
We don’t have long to go in order to get home. I rode with Ed, and we reflected on the night we had with our church people. We are retirement age, and God has given us 28 years with them, and that is not the first church I have been in. This is the friendliest church we have had, but then the other ones were nice as well.
We came to this church in order to help the church while they looked for another pastor. Their pastor started the church, and then he had to go on to another church. They were joyful, and full of enthusiasm. I met someone from the church at our church, and she must have given the session our names.
Ed came back over and over, and finally we consented to come as the pastor’s family. Isaac was four, and 28 years later, we are still there. It would be hard to leave, but one day we will step out into the sunshine, and say good-bye for now.
I dread that day, because this has been life, and work for a long time. I taught school, so I missed the circle times, and the women’s meetings. Then I came at night some.
Teaching school was hard when I had to be a minister’s wife also. I didn’t share much at school, and I tried to live right before everyone. Maybe they knew I was a Christian when I made the sign of the cross before I ate. I prayed silently, before I ate.
People don’t want to talk about God, and they run from ministers, and their wives at times. I knelt when no one was looking, and prayed over my empty, classroom, daily. I found that God was there with me all day long, when I surrendered again, and again.
My strength has come from the Lord on a daily basis. It doesn’t just come. I find myself reading the Bible daily, and right now I am trying to read it again before December 31…the whole Bible. It takes about three months, although I could do it more quickly.
Why rush? I will read, and read, and if I don’t finish by the set time, there won’t be a big, deal made of it. I will continue until I meet my goal. I must read the Bible again, the whole, thing.
This is about my 6th time, and I never tire of it. I have gone from talking about the Bible, It is my strength. I could not have survived teaching without a close walk with God. It takes more wisdom than I have. Yet I know that when I depended on Him, and listened, that the advice He gave was vital.
I wore myself out yesterday. This is my day of rest. It was hard to get up, but I found myself up, and eating with Ed. He has to pick up a branch that has fallen during the storm that came last night while we were at church. It is a huge branch.
I said,” Ed, maybe we need to cut that tree down, too. It could drop another branch on the roof during the storm. “
He said, “That was my thoughts also. I will have to take tomorrow to get it cut up, and to repair the roof.”
So now, Isaac, and Ed are outside dealing with the tree, and the roof. Our, former, resident who lived here, planted several, trees in the backyard. We put in a fence when we came to live here, and we have cut down three, trees.Rather, Ed, and Isaac have cut them down.
We still have some apple, pie from last night. I am sure, when my guys come inside, they will eat some more pie.