Grandma had the pastry touch. There were always crème tarts on Sunday tucked away for Uncle Jim and myself. My wife had some lessons with her, but didn’t pick up the no recipe “touch” that Grandma had. After Grandma passed, my wife participated in pie making at church. Hundreds of delicious apple pies were prepared but crust making was reserved for the seniors, and my wife couldn’t get the practice that she needed to be an expert. Nowadays there are only a few apple pies made with store bought crust, and as much as I like them, it’s far from the best thing for me to eat. What’s on these pages is safe for me (to look at).
Enjoy it Stu.
Oh, I don’t remember lard but I do remember Crisco in Grandmas kitchen.