Yesterday was the third anniversary of my mother’s death and as I was too far away to take flowers to her grave I decided to commemorate her by using her old Pyrex dish and making a Chicken and Mushroom Pie, complete with pastry rose bud and leaves and gilded with beaten egg. It turned out pretty well, as you can see.
Of course my mother would never have used Jus-Rol pastry. Neither would she have been so foolish as to dredge her counter top with flour while wearing a black T shirt. But never mind. The pie tasted mighty fine.
And I felt I must report the event because how often do you get the opportunity to use a word like ‘dredge’?
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