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mamas pies

mama’s pies were the best around her crust was flaky and sugary no one could bake a pie like she she never baked a pie she always baked three or four I guess she only knew how to make lots of crust there was enough left to sugar and cinnamon for my sister and brother and I she baked that on a cookie sheet and it was delicious! her lemon meringue was a delicacy about which I still salivate hot rhubarb pie with a tangy zesty zing, oh, my, she could bake a terrific pie! her pudding pies were enormously successful she dolloped whipped cream on those. I have not had a good pie since she left this earth. Looking forward to more of mom’s pies in heaven one of these days

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