Saturday was Pi day... And I have a little story about my pie this year.
I remember eating this pie when I was younger. I'm not really sure who ever made the pie, whether it was my mother or one of my grandmas, because it would just show up occasionally at my house after school. It was one of my favorite pies!
One of the afternoons this past October while I was while home I was visiting with my mother at her bedside, there was lots of clarity that day, and so I asked her about this pie that I had remembered which in turn started a major conversation down memory lane. Some of the stories I had heard before, and some of them I had not. One story that really intrigued me that day was the story of how they first made electricity at their house in the canyon. I guess it was generated from using glass bottles, water and copper coils, she told me the story of having to make sure that the bottles continued to have water and how it was her job as a young girl to fill those bottles and how she would help her uncle and her dad fill these bottles until it became her job and then they switched over to a different electricity. After several hours of going down memory lane. It was time for me to leave in order to get home before dark and I knew that we hadn't discussed the pie so I asked her about it. She said she was tired and when I came for Thanksgiving, she would share with me the recipe. I left, knowing that I probably wouldn't be back for Thanksgiving, but my plan was to come back first part of December, so I promised her that I would call her and the next time I come I would bring her a piece of pie, her response to me was... "well, don't wait to long because you know I am going home for Christmas". I knew we had chatted all afternoon and I assumed she was just getting tired, so I agreed and told her I would call soon.
Fast forward to Thanksgiving and several calls in between of her telling me she couldn't remember the pie I was talking about. In our phone call at Thanksgiving, she randomly asked me if I was going to bring her a piece of that raisin pie I had been talking about... I explained to her that I was still waiting on her to give me the recipe. She laughed and again said she couldn't remember and to ask Grandma, Which Grandma I asked? She couldn't remember. But usually, through the years, when she said "Grandma" it meant the grandma we called "Grandma Great" or "Grandma Caroline" or "Grandma Dalton", (all the same person) so I let it go and went on talking. Then again as we ended our conversation, she reminded me to "be sure to bring her a piece of pie (soon) because she was going home for Christmas and she didn't want to have to worry about me driving that far. I assured her I was coming to see her the next week and I would see what I could do about a piece of pie... little did I know that by the next week, that would be the last time I would see her, she wouldn't be with us by morning.
Now, whether you believe in life after or not, here is the rest of the story... not too long after everything had been settled for my mother, and it was around Christmas I came across this recipe on Pinterest and I knew in my heart that it was the recipe and that my mom had made good on her promise. Interesting fact about this pie... is it known in the Amish Communities as "FUNERAL PIE", and I just thought it was kind of a little ironic twist and how this whole project ended.
So... I made the recipe for my post for PI DAY and even though it tasted good. It is not the exact recipe that I remember as a child, so any suggestions would be welcome. I have looked through some of Mom's old cookbooks and have seen several recipes that sound very similar. 🤔💝
PS... my pie turned out a little darker in color than I remember, maybe because I used my own dehydrated raisins and they were dark dark raisins?
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