I associate summer with the aroma of strawberries permeating every molecule of air in the house. The kitchen fragrant with tangy-sweet berry smells as my dad sat at the table hulling flat after flat of ripe strawberries and my mother kept an eye the shimmering garnet colored jam as bubbles slowly rose to the surface and popped. Each pop led to a burst of the scent of fruit. Every once in awhile my dad would eye a particularly big, juicy strawberry suspiciously and hand it to me. Continue reading
Whether it is cherry, apple, coconut cream, or chess we all have favorite pie.
Blueberry is my absolute favorite – although I don’t have a recipe for it on the blog. It was my dad’s favorite, too. Once when we were getting ready to move because of dad’s job we were looking at houses. My mom fell in love with a new construction and said, “Oh, I could really make blueberry pies in this kitchen!”
My mother, as you may remember, did not like to cook. She was good at it when she did but it wasn’t her favorite thing to do. Well sir, you know what happened don’t you? Yep – dad was all of a sudden smitten with the house, too.
We moved from that house when my dad was transferred about three years later. Do you know how many blueberry pies my mom baked in that kitchen? Exactly none. From that point on whenever someone tried to manipulate someone else in our family it was termed “making blueberry pies”. As in Are you making blueberry pies? OR Cut me a slice of that blueberry pie when you get it made…
Swedish apple pie – I don’t know if it is Swedish or not, or the recipe just showed up one day in my 1940s cookbook. This is a pie for streusel lovers. Because of the way it is made the streusel about as thick as you handle – more like a crumbly cake… no bread… no cookie… no… well, you’ll just need to try it. Continue reading
I know that I made a S’mores pie not too long ago – and it was delicious if I do say so myself – but I wanted to improve on it and change it up. What could be more delicious that a Snickers?
Exactly. Nothing. Snickers is awesome, unless you’re craving a Milky Way. Continue reading
When I saw this No Bake S’mores pie recipe it immediately whisked me back to the late 1960s and the weekend camping trips that were a major part of my life at that time.
Camping was something that we did a lot when I was a kid. Living just outside of Philadelphia in the 1960s meant that there were lots of wooded areas and campgrounds close by. I don’t know how it is now, but in 1967 Pennsylvania was still full of wilderness areas. My parents had an old Airstream trailer and Mom would get it packed up on Friday so we could leave for parts unknown as soon as Dad got home from work.