Baking should not be done topless

Kristy Dean Cole  Confession of a Baking Queen
Kristy Dean Cole
Confession of a Baking Queen

Holidays in my house have always been an adventure. Nothing has ever run smoothly, something always burns, and someone is always late. Although it can be chaotic, I wouldn’t have it any other way. If it was perfect, it would not be memorable, and without memories of those closest to you, are you really living a life?

My apologies to my mother, she may kill me for telling about her EXTRA special Thanksgiving a couple years ago, but ever since the incident, I have thoroughly enjoyed telling it surely over a hundred times. My stepfather has very poor circulation, and he is always freezing. To combat his chilly condition, he keeps the heat on 85 degrees year round. Imagine that heat, combined with an oven and stove working overtime, yes, that’s very hot folks. My mother hard at work, her hair pulled up on top of her head in a clip, sweating profusely in the kitchen. Since dinner was a couple hours away, mom thought it would be fitting to strip off her top while she was baking. She was in the privacy of her own home ya know.

Smelling the aroma of the cake in the oven, she wanted to check it for doneness. She has the same reliable stove she got when I was in 8th grade, although it has a glass panel on the outside, you have to open the door to see what’s baking. Clutching her oven mitts, she opened the door and leaned in, rotating the cake. Deciding to leave the cake in for a few more minutes, she released the oven door handle and it slammed shut. Now it took a moment, as mother hung there, her well-endowed chest now in inside with the cake, that taking off her shirt was a bad mistake. She flung the door open and grabbing her chest, now branded like a steer by the GE emblem on the door and ran over to the kitchen sink splashing cool water on herself. Although it didn’t merit a trip to the emergency room, some cream and a loose fitting shirt seemed to help, and no one could look her in the eye without laughing when asking her to pass the potatoes. That was the last time my mother baked topless.

Hope you enjoy this easy treat, it’s an easy take on old timey fried pies, send your recipes to kdcole1120@gmail.com

Mini Baked Pies

Refrigerated piecrust, unrolled

1/2 c. sugar

4 tsp. ground cinnamon

Egg white (for wash)

Filling: Apple butter or apple pie filling

Line baking sheet with parchment paper, preheat oven to 350°. Roll out pie crust on lightly floured surface. Take biscuit or round cookie cutter, about 2-3 inches round, make cut out place to side. Fill cut out with tsp-tbsp full of filling. Take fork, press corners, sealing pocket as if were making a fried pie. Lightly brush pie with pastry brush dipped in egg white. Mix together sugar and cinnamon, sprinkle mixture over pie. Place pies on cookie sheet 1-inch apart, bake 10-12 minutes or until edges are lightly browned.