Thursday, November 25, 2010
Mince Pie For Breakfast - Hell, Yeah!
It all started when I was a kid. My mother always made a half dozen pies – pumpkin, chocolate cream, apple, lemon meringue, and mince. The sixth pie was either banana cream or something she called danish delight, which was a raspberry, red gel-like filling similar to the lemon filling and covered with meringue. My mother and I were the only ones in the family who liked mince pie. Early on, my mother made it by mixing boxes of dried Nonesuch filling into water and cooking it on the stove before pouring it into the pie shell. Often she would chop up extra apple to add to the box filling. Later Nonesuch put ready-made filling into jars, making it much easier.
Hey – mince pie is full of raisins and apples and ice cream is a dairy product. Fruit and milk – sounds like breakfast to me.
Every year, 2010 being no different, I munch on pie and ice cream shortly after I get up and remember back to my childhood. I think about my brother, Thom, and I, still in our jammies, devouring pie in front of the old black and white TV, while the house filled with the smells of cooking. Soon after, we’d head outside to play until dinner time.
Our family was pretty dysfunctional, even more than most, but once a year warm mince pie conjures up one of the warm and fuzzy memories I hope I’ll never forget.