Thought that I would take a break from the mountains of camp laundry and relax for a bit and write a new post. This one has been going through my brain for several days, so I’ll see how well I can transfer it from there to this blog!
Last week while my boys were gone to camp, I decided to try making the fried apple pies that my niece shared a few weeks ago. They turned out pretty good, but I do need to perfect the frying part to keep them from getting too dark on the outside, but getting done in the middle at the same time. My memories of Mom came flooding back as I used her rolling pin to roll out my little pie crusts. I don’t believe that Mom ever made fried pies, but she was the expert when it came to flaky pie crusts for her pumpkin, pecan, and lemon meringue pies. I don’t know when she got her rolling pin, but it is the only one that I ever remember her using. If she received it as a wedding gift, it is 55 years old! Someone gave her a marble one once, but it was way too heavy for her to use well. She preferred her old wooden one. I also have an old smaller pin, but it has a fragile handle now, so it rests on display with Mom’s copper items. I did receive a rolling pin as a wedding gift 23 years ago, but it just doesn’t do the trick like Mom’s old wooden one.
I also let my mind drift to Mom’s cookie jar. Her brown-ware cookie jar was filled with chocolate chip cookies every Saturday! She would ration out those cookies throughout the week to make sure they lasted (and so that we didn’t eat too many at once!) I tried to do this in my family, but cookies around here rarely make it to the cookie jar let alone last a week. I got my first cookie jar when I was in college and was starting to collect items for my hope chest. In recent years my children gave me an apple-themed jar to match my kitchen. So, I have 3 cookie jars and almost never use any of them! And I have 4 rolling pins, but use just one. . .Mom’s.