My mom sometimes made mincemeat pies. I loved these! I know, you probably think they are horrid disgusting things. No matter. They were good.
I don't know how old I was, or where this was... but it could have been California before Washington.
I was sick this time my mother made the pies, but she promised to put mine up for me later.
I stayed sick a few days and when I got better... no pie! It was getting stale, or some other lame grown-up excuse, and it was eaten by those more healthy than I.
I was very disappointed. I don't think I ever did get that pie.
I think this was the same house where they tried to ween me. I remember that juice from the bottle was SO much more tasty than juice from a cup. I think it was the aeration it got. I wasn't fully weened until a very late age, but I have no idea what that age was.
It's possible this was in Washington, but I think I was younger than that.
Posted by Edwin at December 28, 2004 02:32 PM