Happy Mother’s Day … including to those who are Moms to the four-legged variety, like me! I wanted to have this post up last week, but sometimes things just don’t work out as planned. The good thing is you don’t need to wait until a holiday or a special occasion to make this amazing pie.
I was thinking about my Mom as I was making this, and there are a few stories I’d like to share with you. It’s important to me to share these kinds of stories to both remember and celebrate those we love. Sometimes, it is the simplest or ordinary things we do that we mean the most.
A Few Favorite Mom Memories
My mom is an excellent seamstress. I can’t sew worth a darn, even though my Mom tried her best to teach me, but it’s not my skill set. Anyway, I had the very best dressed Barbie dolls and Cabbage Patch Kids. She made the most beautiful clothes for them. I remember saving my money so I could buy some “official” Barbie clothes at the store and being very disappointed with them when compared to what my Mom made. To be honest, there is a part of me that wants to race home and dress up my dolls! 🙂
I’m not a very outdoorsy type of girl so most of my chores were mostly inside. For some reason, my Mom decided I ought to learn how to mow the lawn. The problem was she wouldn’t move the seat forward on the riding lawn mower, so my feet barely reached the pedal. I kept shifting my weight, which caused the blades to lift and I’d drive around (badly I should note) with the blades up and not mowing the lawn. 🙂 Obviously I was a terrible lawn mower and my lawn mowing days came to an end after I ran over a small tree my Dad planted.
My Mom has a superpower, seriously. She can get any stain out of clothes. I do not have this ability. I just throw everything in the wash and hope for the best. When that doesn’t work, I bring it home to my Mom. Many years ago, I tossed my favorite Columbia jacket into the dryer without realizing there was a tube of lipstick in the pocket. Yeah. Not good. Assuming it was beyond repair, I told my Mom if she got the stains out, she could keep the jacket. I forgot about it but months later when I visiting, she was proudly wearing my now lipstick-free Columbia jacket. I’m not even embarrassed to admit that I still bring clothes home for my Mom to “fix” for me. I mean who am I to deny my Mom’s superpower?
A Super Mom Treat for a Super Mom
Both my Mom and I love strawberries. When I first moved to LA and discovered their amazing sweet strawberries, I was in heaven. I made everyone in my office smell the fresh berries I bought at a roadside stand. I shared that story with my parents to their amusement. Of course, when my parents visited for the first time, I bought some and caught my Mom sniffing them too. They smell irresistible! As soon as I saw this pie, I knew this was what I wanted to make for my Mom.
Now here’s the bad thing. I am not a good pie maker. Somehow or another, I always botch the pie crust. It’s undercooked or looks like a 2 year-old made or it’s undercooked AND looks like a 2 year-old made it. I used a frozen pie crust and it shrunk a bit on me, but it still tasted phenomenal. It’s easy to make and looks impressive. Best of all, it lives up to the hype and is a worthy Mother’s Day treat!