Memories of Childhood

One of my greatest memories with my Grandma Warner was making pies.  She would pull a stool over to the counter, tie a too large apron on me, and we would end up covered in flour.  She would always pat my cheeks with flour on her hands and leave the impression of her fingers on my face.  Now the impression is on my heart...the heritage of homemaking.

So, I armed myself with a wonderful recipe for dough from my wonderful bipolar baking friend Courtney.  I was planning on making a strawberry rhubarb pie.  I usually get very paranoid about having enough dough but this recipe makes a perfect amount.  It also was a super help to have the dough hang out in the refrigerator so it would be chilled.  I am so excited how it turned out and it tastes just as good. 

But for me it wasn't just about the pie...it was about the memories it brought back.  The realization that these little things are part of an heritage I can continue to pass along to my children.  It is an amazing heritage that I am very thankful for.