While my grandson\u2019s rhubarb pie was in the oven this morning, I went on a trip down memory lane.\u00a0 And seeing as how this is Wednesday and I need to write my blog today, I\u2019m taking my readers along with me.<\/p>\n
My first husband wasn\u2019t the least bit handy which is to say, he was what you might call your basic hammer and tong man.\u00a0 If something didn\u2019t fit, he pounded it into submission by virtue of sheer brute force.\u00a0 When it came to moving things, his idea was load stuff into the pickup and get \u2018er done.\u00a0 Which is why the cushion for my relatively new platform rocker blew out of the load on I-10, somewhere between Bisbee and Tucson.\u00a0 Bungee cords were not his friend.<\/p>\n
When we moved to the house on the hill in 1968, we inherited some appliances from my husband\u2019s grandmother\u2014a frost-free refrigerator and an automatic washing machine.\u00a0 They were working just fine when they left his grandmother\u2019s home in Tempe, but by the time they arrived on the hill, having ridden in the back of the pickup ON THEIR SIDES! (Not recommended) they weren\u2019t exactly work wise.\u00a0 The frost-free fridge was no longer frost free.\u00a0 In fact, it morphed into a semi-freezer and froze every vegetable I tried to store in it.\u00a0 Frozen cherry tomatoes?\u00a0 Those aren\u2019t recommended, either.<\/p>\n
As for the washer?\u00a0 It went from being an automatic washer to being a SEMI-automatic washer.\u00a0 Which is to say, the filling mechanism no longer functioned.\u00a0 It agitated just fine.\u00a0 And the spinner worked, too.\u00a0 But to fill it for either washing or rinsing, I had to carry buckets of water from the kitchen sink to the laundry room.\u00a0 That lasted for the better part of a year.\u00a0 Then, one fine summer\u2019s day, during a monsoon thunderstorm, my washing machine got struck by lightning, never to work again.<\/p>\n
And I couldn\u2019t have been happier.\u00a0 I turned to my husband and said, \u201cIf God had wanted me to wash clothes, She wouldn\u2019t have struck my washing machine with lightning.\u201d\u00a0 And from then on, we packed up the dirty clothes every Thursday morning, dropped them off at the laundromat in Sells before school, and then picked them up again after school\u2014washed, dried, folded, and ironed.\u00a0 Whoo-hoo!!\u00a0 Such a deal!<\/p>\n
When we moved from the reservation to Pe Ell, there was a patch of rhubarb growing in the back yard.\u00a0 I asked my next door neighbor,Sophie, what I should do with it.\u00a0 \u201cOh, she said, \u201call you need is some sugar and tapioca to turn it into a pie.\u201d\u00a0 It\u2019s fair to say, that for pie you also need a pie crust.\u00a0 This would be in my make-it-from scratch days, and that\u2019s how I made pies in Pe Ell.<\/p>\n
But times change.\u00a0 Even though I CAN make pie crusts, I no longer do so.\u00a0 To quote myself from forty some years ago, \u201cIf God wanted me to make pie crusts, would She have created Pillsbury ready made ones?\u201d<\/p>\n
Colt\u2019s rhubarb pie will be made with real rhubarb and a cheater crust, but that\u2019s way better than no pie at all.<\/p>\n
Thus endeth today\u2019s trip down memory lane.<\/p>\n
Enjoy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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