Home is where the pie is :)

There are two things i remember most about my grandma. One is her famous black cows (the root beer float kind) and the other is her amazing pies. I was only around five years old when she died, but still, i can vividly remember walking through the back door of her farmhouse kitchen and being overcome by the aroma of fresh baked pies. They were laid out on the table, multiple pies at a time. I remember the lattice tops with cherry filling oozing out and apple pies, the centers piled high :) I’d like to think that my love for making pies comes from her. I love making them just as much as eating them. :)

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Taken on October 7, 2011