great grandparents, actually, that I almost never write about...........
only because I never had a chance to get to know them..............only through this pie does a fond memory of them surface.
Due to "circumstances" I grew up without knowing much about my other set of grandparents. I only got to see my great grandparents twice when I was very young. I remember their quaint little house on the edge of town and how welcoming it felt to walk in. I remember the smell of fresh baked goodness still lingering in the air, from something my great grandmother had baked earlier in the day. I remember a smiling and sweet small framed lady in a calico print dress, and by her side a tall, smiling man wearing an eye patch. I found out later that my great grandfather had lost his eye chopping wood when he was young. During our visit, my brother and I was ushered into a wonderful little kitchen, where the sweet smell lingered most, and welcomed to sit down at the table. A small plate with the most wonderful pie was given to each of us to enjoy......................
Years passed.............as well as these wonderful people, with out much being talked about as time went on. I never thought much on the subject until I was myself, a young mother and I was sharing a piece of pie with my young child in my lap. The pie was from a restaurant we were dining at with friends.............it was buttermilk pie. The moment I took a bite.................the memory of the gentle people in the quaint little house came knocking on my heart. I then had to find this recipe and hang on to it as I do that one cherished memory. If you would like this recipe..............the true good recipe..........not one that I mistakenly used while browsing the Internet, visit my cooking blog using this link,
How about you?
Any special recipe that makes you remember someone special?
I would love to hear!