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	<title>Comments on: As American as apple pie.</title>
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		<title>By: Pops</title>
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		<description>You know one of the memories your picture evoked for me was helping grandma with her pies.  At the end of the pie making process the excess dough would lop over the side of the pie pan.  She would run her thumb and forefinger around the rim of the pie pan squeezing the dough tougher in gestures that continued around the rim until she was back at the starting point.  The result was little hills and valleys like ripples all around the rim.  Sometimes she let me do it, but mine were never as even and my efforts were slow in comparison.  Then she would take a knife and run it around the rim just beyond the little ripples (I can hear the sound of the knife scraping against the pie pan).  The excess would drop on the table and she would gather it up, roll it together and using the rolling pin flatten it as a new crust.  She put in on a cookie sheet, sprinkled it with a little sugar and cinnamon and stick it in the oven with the pie.  

The result was wonderful goodness out of the oven for a snack.  Try it, you&#039;ll like it.

Thanks for the memory.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You know one of the memories your picture evoked for me was helping grandma with her pies.  At the end of the pie making process the excess dough would lop over the side of the pie pan.  She would run her thumb and forefinger around the rim of the pie pan squeezing the dough tougher in gestures that continued around the rim until she was back at the starting point.  The result was little hills and valleys like ripples all around the rim.  Sometimes she let me do it, but mine were never as even and my efforts were slow in comparison.  Then she would take a knife and run it around the rim just beyond the little ripples (I can hear the sound of the knife scraping against the pie pan).  The excess would drop on the table and she would gather it up, roll it together and using the rolling pin flatten it as a new crust.  She put in on a cookie sheet, sprinkled it with a little sugar and cinnamon and stick it in the oven with the pie.  </p>
<p>The result was wonderful goodness out of the oven for a snack.  Try it, you&#8217;ll like it.</p>
<p>Thanks for the memory.</p>
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