My Mothers Pastries And Their Uses

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One Easter father decided to take some extra time off work as he has been told of a good fishing spot in New South Wales. He was a very keen freshwater fisherman so he and I will go away for a week’s holiday in the 1928 CHRYSLER 72.  He has converted the front seat to fold down into a bed, so we don’t have to take the caravan just an annex out from the car. Mum has been busy cooking meat pies as well as apple and apricot pies, etc.  I must point out at this stage that mums’ cooking is fairly basic and sorry mum, but it wasn’t too crash hot. Now this is quite a surprise as her mum and her aunts were prize winners at the Royal Melbourne Show and the Bendigo Shows for their cakes and pastries.  However mums scones and pastry shall we say left a little to be desired!   Our fishing holiday was a huge success with a lot of fish caught such as Golden, Perch, Red Fin, Murray Cod, and others. There were no Carp in the rivers in those days.  Along with the rabbits and wild duck which were in plentiful supply, so we ate well. Along with mum we were to return many times for years to come staying in cabins on one of the local farms.  Two days into our trip dad was looking for something under the bed and disturbs an apple pie he had put there and forgotten.  The pie is still fresh so we will have it for tea, however it rolls out of the car bouncing off the running board losing its tin it was cooked in.  It then bounced onto the ground and rolls off down the hill gathering speed, with dad in hot pursuit for 50yds, there it runs into a tree and falls  over.  It didn’t even crack the pastry. Dad looks at me with a silly grin on his face saying, “Oh well your mother’s pastry saved it." To this day I can still see that pie rolling off down the hill.

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