I have my brand spanking new bionic knee! In the midst of all the hobbling, icing, medicating, and napping (unbelievable how much I have slept in the last two weeks), I’ve hardly been able to put three thoughts together, much less write about them.
A few days back, I was feeling energetic enough to make a small batch of peach preserves. I had everything going before I realized I didn’t have pectin. I may not have needed it anyway and didn’t bother to look it up. Anyhow, I switched gears, and cooked that goodness down so it could top some ice cream. Unfortunately, we were also out of ice cream that day. That was about all the disappointment I could stand for one day, so I popped it in the fridge and went back to my ice treatments and medicine.
That night I had a dream. Now, painkillers can bring on some pretty vivid dreams! I must’ve had that peach filling on my mind because my grandmother, who’s been dead these many years, suggested I make old-fashioned fried pies. Suddenly, I was transported to my childhood. I was standing by the stove watching my grandmother make this tasty treat.
When I woke up the next morning, I had it! Recipe, technique, grease temp, everything…just like I’d watched an instructional video. Russ took me to the grocery store (a story for another day, right there) and I patted that dough, filled it, and fried up those pies just as pretty as you please.
Remembering that old recipe and enjoying a fried peach hand pie was just like getting a hug from heaven!
My grandmother made those, too! Makes my mouth water just thinking about them! Wish you would share that “dream recipe”!
It’s so simple and easy! I’ll tell you about it at church.