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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Cooking or Baking (01/04/07)
I Remember…

I remember when Mom made Pies
She would do it right before our eyes.
Measuring,
Lard in-cutting,
Kneading.

She would lay out her pastry mat so neat,
And flour it to make her pies complete.
She would pat it,
Roll it,
Measure it,
Until the pastry was the right thickness
To make the crust – the filling’s nest.

As I watched, in she would fill it; into the pan it would go.
She’d cut off the excess and we would get our own to sugar just so.
As she would make the filling, Apple, lemon, or maybe pumpkin,
We would ready our pastry for the oven.

Oh, the tantalizing aroma from those pies!
Made before our eyes!
Made so lovingly by our mother’s hand;
To me the best pies throughout the land!

The aromas go wafting through the house from bottom to top.
Until the saliva won’t stop.
It goes sneaking,
People seeking,
Around corner peaking,
Until we all want a piece of Mom’s pie.
A scent that takes us so high.
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Sara Harricharan
01/12/07
Very vivid in telling how the pies were made. I'm not used to the ryhthm, but I thought it was pretty neat. :)
Rhonda Clark
01/12/07
Great memory. Makes my mouth water. You may want to check your spelling.

You almost inspired me to go make a pie--almost.
adelina tomino
01/12/07
never raised in a family or a country with homemade pies or bread, and that gave me a sweet scenario of another world's childhood memories
Jenny Smith
01/13/07
Very vivid, I hope my family remember pies that way too. I did wonder in the first line if Pies was in upper-case for a reason or just an over-sight. I'm not the biggest poem reader, so I could be off base. Other than that it looked great and put a wonderful picture in my head!

Thank you!
Catrina Bradley
01/20/07
Very nice - I like this image:
To make the crust – the filling’s nest
Made me remember the days of my own mom making pies, and getting to make our own little pies in bowls with the left over crust pieces
Keep on writing - :)