Monday was pie day. So I made pie. Coconut pie.
What else should one do on pie day but make pie and pie crust?
Well, eat pie.
I did that too.
Fortunately, Pie day coincided with my Creative Sisterhood gathering. I didn’t even know there was a pie day when we picked the date for our gathering so it seemed obvious I needed to make pie for our dessert that night.
Here are some photos from the day. The recipe is included. (And, yes, that is my mom’s recipe box – or what was left of it after her vigorous cleaning with oven cleaner. Yes, she was much “cleaner” than I am.)
At some point when I was a kid, I typed a bunch of my mom’s recipes. I wish now I had the ones in her handwriting that these replaced, although I have many others in her writing.
I don’t know how old I was, but obviously old enough to be learning to type, but not old enough to know how to spell “vanilla.” It was grade school, I’m guessing.
This, children, was before we had the internet. We didn’t get little squiggly lines under words when we misspelled them. I know, barbaric – but true.
Now… Go forth and make pie.
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