My dad loved pie too. It seems to me that all the men Iknew of that generation loved pie. Of course, my dad and uncles and their friends grew up in the country with gardens and berry patches that their mothers and sweethearts made into apple, peach, raspberry, blackberry, gooseberry, rhubarb, etc., pies. I made many a pie to put a smile on my dad's face. His favorite cream pie was butterscotch: a labor intensive version that started with carmelizing white sugar. It was delicious!
Oh Carol, thanks for sharing this with me!! You are so right...pies were made from the bounties of seasonal living...a lovely reward for a hard days work!
My dad loved pie too. It seems to me that all the men Iknew of that generation loved pie. Of course, my dad and uncles and their friends grew up in the country with gardens and berry patches that their mothers and sweethearts made into apple, peach, raspberry, blackberry, gooseberry, rhubarb, etc., pies. I made many a pie to put a smile on my dad's face. His favorite cream pie was butterscotch: a labor intensive version that started with carmelizing white sugar. It was delicious!
Oh Carol, thanks for sharing this with me!! You are so right...pies were made from the bounties of seasonal living...a lovely reward for a hard days work!