OK, if you thought this would be a story about the great moments I’ve shared making pies with my mother. Well, not today. And although we spent the afternoon making two pies it wasn’t a “Rockwell” moment, but it is a great memory. We had a rough start, from my mom giving my dad ‘orders’ on which ingredients to measure out, to her getting frustrated over the temperature of the electric stove. (Gosh I hate electric stoves, gas is so much easier to use!)
