PIE AND MAGIC

Baby, it’s cold outside!...but, I love this weather…at least through Christmas, and then it can move on!

At this particular time of the year, I am reminded of my Nana, Mary and the wonderful pies she would bake. Although my Nana was an awesome cook of all things Italian, she also baked a mean pie! When Nana got the rolling pin out, you just knew good things were about to happen! Can I ever come close to replicating her wonderful pie crust?...Maybe close, but never ever quite the same. Nana’s crust, in a word, was AMAZING! I used to think that her hands had magic in them. It was magical because with every ingredient added, with the kneading and rolling, it all came out to the masterpiece of her pie dough…Being an onlooker to these masterpieces was one of the thrills in my young life. I still remember the sounds the rolling pin would make as Nana so meticulously rolled out the dough. In HER kitchen, for HER family, magic DID come out of those beautiful hands. …the same hands that were used to caress my hair, wipe away my tears and hold me tight so many times throughout my life. Ti ‘amo, Nana.