fried pies

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!

2 thoughts on “Hug from Heaven”

  1. My grandmother made those, too! Makes my mouth water just thinking about them! Wish you would share that “dream recipe”!

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