Mrs. Bliss's Rhubarb Pie

One of my favorite childhood memories involves my Grandma - and her neighbor's pies.  Mrs. Bliss was not the best baker, but she was very giving and shared her "treats" with the neighborhood.  My grandmother was a wonderful baker, and had high standards.  She was, however, also a gracious receiver, and would thank Mrs. Bliss whenever she brought a pie to the house.

I remember the day Mrs. Bliss stopped by with her infamous rhubarb pie.  My grandmother set it on the kitchen counter, and after Mrs. Bliss's visit was over, we decided to try it. The pie was so hard it was impossible to slice.  My grandmother looked at me and said, "We won't be eating any of this."  We waited until it was dark and slipped out of the house.  Grandma, shovel in hand, and I, with pie in hand, went behind the garage. As she shoveled, I laughed, and it wasn`t long before she was laughing too. Once the hole was dug, I dumped the whole pie in, and she buried it.

She swore me to secrecy and I promised never to tell.  I kept that happy memory silent until now, when I can share it with all of you.

I`m hoping that my cards live up to my Grandma`s high standards.