As creative a cook as I am I would be nothing without a few people who have influenced me over the years. Number one on that list is my Grandma. Grandma can't cook to save her life. Dinner with her is often painful awful and over or under cooked. Bless her heart. However you will sit through that awful meal in hopes she will say something like "I made a ____ pie for dessert" or "Would you like a piece of cake? I made it this morning". Oy sweet Abraham is my Grandma a great baker. Her pie shells are amazing. My pie shells are awful I desire the knowledge she has. Sadly my beloved Grandma (Oh I forgot to mention I'm an orphan, if it wasn't for her I'd been on the streets) has been diagnosed with Colon Cancer. Thing is Grandma is okay with it. She doesn't really want to fight it. She is also closer to 90 then 80. She has been telling us for years "I won't be here forever" and last Christmas she told us "This may be my last Christmas". So we can't be upset that she doesn't want to fight cancer. It sucks because Cancer orphaned me but shit happens it has to happen to someone right? Anyway I got distracted with mushy stuff. Sorry 'bout that.
I plan on stealing my Grandma's recipes. Slowly methodically. I want all of the recipes that I can't master myself. Starting with whatever it is she does to make a pie shell. I'm going to Grandma's house today and I'm going to have her make me a pie while I take serious notes. Hopefully pictures of pies will follow in the meantime here are pictures of my Grandma.
Grandma is awesome. That bag in her hand filled with cookies for me. That's right she's that type of grandma.
Grandma is the one on the right. Her hair is/was naturally red. Walking down Peachtree Street in the late 1940s
