...but I think my 82-year-old Mama has perfected this fine culinary art!
Every Wednesday we spend together, Mama always has some "project" (or two or three...) lined up for us to do. Some projects are a lot more fun than others.
This one takes the cake! Or I should say, the PIE!!!
Mama had already made the most critical elements, the crust dough and the apple filling, before my sister Barb and I arrived on Wednesday.
So I guess we still don't really know her secrets...
But we got to help put them together, fry them, and (you guessed it!) EAT THEM!!!
One of the secrets is finding the perfect cutter to make them the perfect size. The plastic Crisco lid, of course!
Barb filled them with the magic formula of Amish dried apples/butter/seasonings stewed to perfection...
...and then crimped the edges together to keep all the good stuff inside and the oil outside.
Seesta Barb is the expert crimper!
She handed them off to me, the expert fryer.
Some powdered sugar (just because everything's better with powdered sugar sprinkled on top)...and they were ready to eat!
The best part? Sharing them warm with coffee and people you love around Mama's kitchen table.
Fried pie perfection.