Apple Fried Pies

When I was a kid, Daddy made fried pies. This wasn’t a weekly thing, but happened a few consecutive weeks throughout the year. He used to put a fried pie in my trumpet case. I’d woof it down in the band room storage closet before rehearsal. Think of all that sugar and pastry gumming up my trumpet šŸ¤®.

Fried pies are about the only dessert that Daddy made that I haven’t continued to make. Until now that is. That was his pastry board, wooden pastry bowl (not pictured), and spoon. I made these pies for a pot luck, and they turned out pretty good.

Happy Thanksgiving, Y’all

First, you have to clean the house…

Then, you have to decorate. I decided to go practical this year…

More decorating…

You can even decorate with the food. In this case, the pies. Chocolate, sweet potato, pineapple

Set the table. This was new for us this year. Usually, we wind up sitting anywhere we can. But this year we cobbled together a common table that sat fourteen…

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Downton Abbey style, ’cause we’re classy like that…

Cook the turkey. And whatever else didn’t get assigned from The Thanksgiving Menu

Prep the turkey pumpkin centerpiece

Pray the Thanksgiving prayer

Eat all that delicious food (including Mike’s jalapeƱo poppers)…

Instantly fall asleep…

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Give thanks for years of giving thanks