Hide The Apple Pie At Christmas Time

8 days till Christmas, can you believe that?

Have any favorite Christmas Memories growing up?

One of Mine was playing hide the Apple pie with my Grandma C.

We both REALLY loved good Apple Pie and my grandmother made the absolute best you could get, bar none. She would make her own crust and it was always so sweet and crunchy. No yucky gooey crust for her, it had to be crunchy. She would brush it with some home made butter and sugar mixture and that would form a crunchy glaze, man I could have just eaten the crust it was so good.

Back to the game, anyway, Grandma C. and I would take turns hiding the pie from each other, one year it was her, next year it was me.

One year, I took it over next door to my other grandmothers house and hid the pie. It was almost two hours before my Grandma C. figured out where I had taken it, as she said it was her "Only Logical Choice" as I was too young to drive anywhere and too lazy to run away with it. So as an excuse she went over there to my other grandmothers to visit my Aunt Andrea who had came in from out of town, it was then she happened to see my other grandmother's pie plate sitting on the dinner table with something under it. My Aunt Andrea was so dang funny about the pie because she swore that Grandma C. had sent the pie over there for her to eat while she was visiting us for Christmas. We almost had a "all woman family brawl" break out over that pie.

I just had to laugh at them because that was very funny to see as I sat there in a chair being all "Mr. innocent," like I had done nothing at all.

Finally, my grandmother would decide that she'd had enough of the game. She would then declare a winner in the game and would make me quit playing with it and bring the pie back to the kitchen so people could eat it. Grandma C. would always argue that she and I were the only two that ate Apple pie anyway. (This part was not completely accurate.) But we would always put it back with the other pies, which were usually almost gone by then. Then we would grab a knife and sit down and share a huge piece, with me perched on a chair on my knees eating out of the same plate as she did.

The first time one of my friends was over at the house for Christmas and saw our game, when we got to the end when Grandma C. was done playing, my friend asked why we didn't just get our own piece since the piece we were sharing was big enough for five people. Grandma proceeded to tell her that it was “old time” tradition and that I had started eating her Apple pie when I was like 16 or so months old. I swear I think I can remember that first piece of Apple pie still, yummy!

Both my Grandmothers are gone now, and I miss them both so much. But I would bet you a “Gold Toilet Seat” that somewhere in heaven Grandma C. and Grandma S. are looking down here at all of us, eating Apple pie and smiling after each bite.

I can still remember the fun my Grandmothers and I had during this time of year, boy what memories.

Happy Holidays Y’all!