As I spend vacation here in West Virginia I notice it's a simpiler way of life. I decided to throw myself into the country life by making a handmade pie. Since this is an Adrian pie, I used Splenda instead of Sugar.
I told my Grandmother that I would make a Strawberry Pie. Of course, she started to worry.
"But I don't have a crust," she said.
I said, "That's okay, I'll make it by hand." Which made her worry more.
"How are you going to make it?"
"Well, I figure I'll use some flour and a few other things." Okay I know that was a smart ass remark, but really it's not that hard to make a crust. Oh, and I'm not giving away my secret ingredients. So I chopped some strawberries and other "secret ingredients" and this is what came out.
And I didn't even have a rolling pin. How my Grandmother could not have a rolling pin I don't know. But back to the point. This could be the greatest pie ever made. Not just by me. The best pie period. That's something to think about.
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