I’m not much of a pie maker. I’m not much of a pie eater either. Don’t get me wrong, I love pie, I just don’t eat a lot of it. I don’t eat a lot of any sweets really. And again, I love them.
I’ve made a couple of pies over the years. Cherry and Apple mostly. But really, my all time favorite ever in the world is Mincemeat. You just can’t have a better autumn/winter pie.
My grandma Nina, my dads mom, used to make one every Christmas. I think I shocked a lot of adults when a small child went bonkers for mincemeat pie. Hell, there are not a lot of adults that like it.
So it’s been a few years since I’ve had one. And after a few years of telling myself I was going to make me one, I did!
Eating this pie takes me back many years. The smell. The taste. The memories. Ronada is not really a fan of this pie.
And tonight as I was eating another slice after dinner, I said, “ya know honey, I’m kind of sad that you don’t like this pie, but I’m really glad too”.
And she said, “Why? So you can eat the whole thing?”
And I just looked at her, smiled great big and said “You do love me don’t you!”