Monday, February 14, 2011

True Love~ Grandma's Sour Cream Raisin Pie


Love can make you act crazy, do foolish things and sometimes love makes your heart grow so big that you can't do enough for your sweetie. When I think of true love, my Grandparents are at the top of the list. Their marriage spanned the Depression, WWII and the test of time. They breezed through the hard times because they leaned on each other. When one would be down, the other helped them up. There was financial stress during the Depression, uncertainty during the war, and later sickness and loss. But all along the way they doted on each other, bff's and partners in life. Partners in everything. Grandpa farmed, Grandma kept the books. Grandpa gardened, Grandma canned. Grandma cooked and Grandpa ate!

Just for him she would make his favorites. Never a meal without hot bread with homemade jams and jellies. On Sundays two meats on the table, for choice Grandma would say! Desserts were his weakness and even though she never ate a slice, Sour Cream Raisin Pie was made often to satisfy his sweet tooth. Old fashioned love, the kind that is lasting and true can be yours... this is how you make it!



Grandma's Sour Cream Raisin Pie
2 cups sour cream
4 egg yolks (save whites for meringue)
1 cup sugar
4 heaping teaspoons flour
1½ cups raisins
Stir sour cream and egg yolks in a saucepan. Add sugar, flour, and raisins and mix. Cook over medium heat until raisins are plump and mixture is glossy. Pour into a 10-inch baked piecrust.

For the meringue
4 to 8 egg whites
¼ teaspoon cream of tartar
4 to 5 tablespoons sugar
Beat egg whites and cream of tartar on high speed until frothy. Add sugar slowly until peaks form. Using a rubber spatula, spread meringue over warm pie filling. Spread over pie edge to ensure firm seal. Swirl top of meringue with spatula to create peaks. Bake at 350ºF until peaks are golden brown.

11 comments:

  1. I've never heard of anything like this pie!..thanks for sharing!

    Very nice tribute to your grandparents too <3

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  2. What a beautiful description of Love.

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  3. I agree with Muffy's comment; and I want to try this pie recipe!

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  4. What a beautiful tribute to your grandparents. I've copied the recipe and will be giving it a try. Thanks for sharing both the story and the recipe.

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  5. What a lovely Valentine's Day thought! What an inspiration, and the heritage that it leaves behind is so wonderful. The pie looks so yummy. Raisins were a big part of desserts then weren't they?

    I loved your comment on my blog about a pantry for your gadgets to mingle in and be able to talk to each other. (Kind of like Toy Story!) I can just picture it.

    Have a lovely Valentine's Day!

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  6. How sweet! Happy Valentines Day!

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  7. I'm going to have to try that pie. I just love old family recipes.

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  8. It is truly awe inspiring to hear how people loved each other back then, isn't it?

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  9. That pie looks good, but I love my plain old raisin....I am the same way with rhubarb pie....I have never made it with custard either. It is a pretty thing though.

    Hey love is alive and well today.
    I have been known to bake my husband a pie at night if he says "I haven't had a such and such pie in so long.........." He might be just a tad spoiled in the food department....

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  10. What a lovely love story, it reminds me of my grandparents - they were devoted to each other! That pie looks fantastic!

    Please feel free to stop by for a visit and some dessert when you have a moment, it's decadent!

    Mary

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  11. Grandma Keeling's pie's were legendary, she could whip up one or ten and they would all be picture perfect! She spoiled Grandpa terribly by making his favorites, hot bread every day for breakfast and on Sundays she would prepare two meats for dinner...for choice she would say!

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