Yesterday was the perfect day to bake. It was cloudy and rainy and I was hungry for pie. I am not a pie person. I am more into cake. When presented with a dessert buffet, pie is usually not my go-to dessert. That’s interesting because when I was growing up, Earnie always baked pies — pineapple chess, lemon chess, pecan, buttermilk.
It had been probably 20 years since I made the old school recipe for Toll House pie. I always have chocolate chips on hand so the Toll House Pie was a snap to make. I used frozen store bought crust. I am not a crust maker, either. My bestie could win an award for her pie crust recipe. Someday when I go to visit her I will do a post on her pie crust. She whips up pie crust like a Dugger diapering a baby.
The Toll House pie is very rich and would probably be much better with whipped cream or a scoop of vanilla ice cream. But I am not complaining. It was a great way to spend my Sunday afternoon. Me and my pie.
Hospitality is in my DNA. I founded Home with a Twist, a daughter’s twist on her mother’s traditions, in memory of my mother to celebrate her life and the gifts she shared with me. Mother loved to celebrate life’s occasions – big and small.
