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HUBBY COOKS!

Country Style Fried Pies

Ingredients:

7 oz. package dried apricots, peaches or apples (DH used peach preserves)

2/3 cup sugar

1/2 cup water

1 Tablespoon butter

1 can of 10 biscuits (not flaky variety)

1 cup powdered sugar

2 teaspoons milk

2 drops good vanilla

cooking oil

In a saucepan, combine dried fruit, sugar and 1/2 cup water.  Cover and cook on medium high heat until soft and water has evaporated.  Mash with potato masher.  Stir in butter, then set aside to cool.

On a floured board, roll biscuits into thin circles.  Place 2 heaping tablespoons filling on one half of dough circle.

Fold over and crimp to seal.

Fry in skillet full of medium high oil, about 365 degrees.  You’ll need about an inch of oil depth, so as not to cook too quickly.

Turn when golden.

Place on paper towels to cool (hubby put on a plate . . . for the pies tended to stick to paper towels).  Mix powdered sugar with milk and drops of vanilla to make a thin glaze (DH omitted this step; the pies were sweet enough without the glaze).

Spread with wooden spoon over pies.  Sprinkle with additional powered sugar before packing/serving.

I have it soooo good!  A man in the kitchen who loves to cook!


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Who am I? I'm still discovering just who I am, I suppose. A. Powell Davis writes that "Life is just a chance to grow a soul."

2 responses »

  1. My mother made fried pies with the apricots from our tree that we dried over the hot summers in the Valley. But she made her own pie crust and then she baked them. Daddy took them in his lunch pail to the cotton gin during the fall ginning season where he not only sent his own cotton, but worked as a sampler, cutting pieces of each bale to be used for grading purposes. Daddy’s cotton was always high grade, 2 1/2 to 3 bales to acres, because he tended each cotton stalk like it was his baby. Although I wouldn’t want to work that hard, I think I would be like that too if I had become a cotton farmer. Boy, I sure rambled a long way from those fried pies, didn’t I?

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  2. I love those memories! Great rambling . . . and most interesting. These are our stories, aren’t they? Our parents’ stories; our grandparents’ stories . . . all our stories.

    Thank you!

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