One of my grandmothers is in town for a couple weeks from Atlanta and when she visits I always try to find something to do with just the two of us. Last visit she taught me how to make yummy buttermilk biscuits from scratch. This time it was a cooking lesson on Fried Apple Pies.
You kind of have to know my grandmother for this to take effect, but she is a woman who can sit in a room for 8 hours without moving, without speaking, simply reading or just looking at the room. She’s the most peaceful person in the world and never ever expects anything from anyone. She truly is a remarkable woman and I am so very proud to one of her four grandchildren (five, counting Will). When my dad was growing up my grandmother would get up every morning and make eggs, bacon, and biscuits. She told me today that she loves cooking but since she lives alone now she doesn’t really get the opportunity to cook too often. Granddaughter to the rescue!
From now on I will refer to her as MaMa, (pronounced MawMaw), since this is what we call her anyway. This is a picture of MaMa making the first pie as an example for me to follow. There are no photos of myself making the pies because MaMa doesn’t really know how to work a camera.
Then I made the remaining nine pies and took pictures of them before and after the oven. I think they turned out pretty good. The 
first six are a little crispy because apparently my dad’s oven runs a little warmer than MaMa’s. We fixed that with the final four. 
Overall I had a really good time learning how to make this little pastry thing. I told her I could open up my own bakery and all I would be able to make would be biscuits and fried apple pies.
During my lesson I learned a great deal about MaMa and her childhood. She gave me a little summary of she and her siblings and 
the things they used to do. There were nine brothers and sisters and she was number six. The oldest three are no longer living but the remaining six are totally awesome. Apparently they all lived in a three bedroom house and she shared her bed with at least one sister at all times.
There’s something about older people that I just love. I never really cared much before but since my uncle died in February I’ve realized how important family is and I really appreciate where I come from.
If anyone wants to know how to make a killer fried apple pie just let me know. It’s pretty simple if I can do it!
