Cheery Pie, An Old Family Recipe...
Sep. 13, 2009 9:47 am
Updated: Sep. 18, 2009 1:50 pm
Too many years ago, when my kids were little, my youngest came to me one day and said "Mama, will you make a cherry pie? I want to watch you make a cherry pie."
I was very surprised, because he had never shown an interest in my cooking before. He continued to petition me, so I relented, and off we went to the cherry orchard to pick our cherries. Of course, he was too little, so "I" had to climb the ladder and do the actual picking. Upon arriving home, I was pretty tired, but, with the unwavering, singular focus common only to dogs and small children, he goaded me into making the pie right then and there.
He observed every step, helped turn the little handle as we sifted flour for the crust, assisted with the cherry pitting gadget that pitted the 230 cherries we figured went into that pie (we knew this by counting the pits...turns out there was actually 231, which we discovered when Grampa spit one across the patio).
He watched intently, as I put it all together, laid on the top crust and slid it into the hot oven. I was putty in his hand by the time he ran into his bedroom, grabbed a pillow, and camped out right in front of the stove, there on the kitchen floor, to watch it bake thru the oven window.
Some time later, after this questionably sane child had minutely observed the entire process, I took the pie out to cool, and told Cody (who seemed even cuter than usual, due to his obvious appreciation of my culinary contributions to the family) "While the pie is cooling, lets you and me go to the store and get some ice cream for you to put on top of it." Now, normally, I don't dish out pie and ice cream to my own kids before dinner...yours, maybe, but never mine...except on this occasion I felt his efforts and his flattery had merited it. His response was, "That's okay, I'm not gonna eat it, I don't LIKE cherry pie...I just wanted to watch you make one."
To this day, that boy has never eaten cherry pie, nor have I ever been inclined to cook another one.
This same child was just as persistent about hunting. Ever notice how we can be inspired as children to do something? Turns out that the very word "inspired" actually means "God breathed"...I should have realized this myself, as I always had a passion for horses and spent most of my life as a trainer, and now find myself here, on a working cattle ranch with some of the best riding of my life...but...I digress...
I often would come in from working colts and find little Cody, sitting on the front steps with his little handcarved wooden rifle, waiting for us to take him huntin'. As he grew older, I continued to encourage him to get a good job, so he could afford this expensive hobby...as I reminded him, no one was gonna pay him to chase around wild boars and the like, and he wasn't gonna be like the guy on TV...he would have to find a real job.
With a little inspiration, and opportunity from the One who breathed it in him...he found himself a job. He is now the lead hunting guide on the largest land grant ranch in the State of California. They have their own game management program, working side by side with the Dept of Fish and Game. Cody's specialty is Elk hunting...and oh....did I forget to mention he was on TV recently?
Cody, the 1 yr old hunter
The start of something big
Cody now, and his family
our next generation hunter
Abby and Cody..notice the camo overalls? LOL
you might be a redneck if....you take family portraits with animals who are not your pets.....