When I was growing up my family had a large backyard, where we had glorious fruit trees, one granny smith apple and one apricot tree. The trees were large and bloomed heavily in the spring… apple blossoms were white and the apricot was pretty in pink. Luckily the fruit arrived at different times of the year. The apricots were ripe around the Fourth of July and the apples were ready to pick in September.
When the fruit was ripe was when we got to work. Some of the fruit we canned, some we made into jam and jelly, and the rest was made into pie. You see, my Dad loved pie. His happy dinner always ended with pie.
Mom and I would work together spending an entire weekend making pies for the freezer. We had a large roomy chest freezer that sat in the kitchen between the stove and the refrigerator. Its top made a great workspace for preparing food. But its main purpose was storing food… lots of it.
we would start early, Mom and I...
and we formed an assembly line to make pie after pie that was carefully wrapped and frozen in our big deep freeze. It was a lot of work, but so wonderful later to be able to take a pie from the freezer and bake it for dinner that night. The cost of the fruit was free…so these were very economical to make. As the pies were eaten we always saved the thin aluminum pans, washed them, and neatly stacked them in the garage for next year.
As I write this post, all these steps makes it sound like a lot of work. But, it wasn’t… and looking back I see how smart it was. We had homemade pie nearly every Sunday in the winter. It was inexpensive to make because the fruit was free from our own trees… and we were green for reusing the pie tins over and over again.
But, let’s go back to my Dad. After dinner, Mom would bring the pie and dessert plates to the dining table. She would start to cut nice slices of pie for each of us, when Dad would say, “Oh, just give me a sliver”. By the end of the meal Dad would have had three slivers… because the pie was so sweet and delicious it went down like… well, “easy as pie”. By the time he’d ask for the fourth sliver, we’d all be laughing. All these years later my brother, Steve, and I still laugh about Dad’s slivers.
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