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Fried Pies! I'll say no more! (Original Post) Floyd R. Turbo Feb 2022 OP
Yum blm Feb 2022 #1
😋 Floyd R. Turbo Feb 2022 #2
I travel frequently around Amish country EYESORE 9001 Feb 2022 #3
😋 Floyd R. Turbo Feb 2022 #4
My Granny made awesome fried pies yellowdogintexas Feb 2022 #5
😋 Floyd R. Turbo Feb 2022 #7
Reminds me of a classic poem Glorfindel Feb 2022 #6
😱 Floyd R. Turbo Feb 2022 #8
Yummy, looking good! Emile Feb 2022 #9
😋 Floyd R. Turbo Feb 2022 #10
Add a scoop of vanilla ice cream ... sl8 Feb 2022 #11

EYESORE 9001

(25,908 posts)
3. I travel frequently around Amish country
Sat Feb 5, 2022, 02:16 PM
Feb 2022

Fry pies are readily available, and they are wonderful. If I indulged every time I came across fresh Amish fry pies, I’d eventually end up stuck in the doorway.

yellowdogintexas

(22,222 posts)
5. My Granny made awesome fried pies
Sat Feb 5, 2022, 10:31 PM
Feb 2022

THey were shaped like turnovers, and were made with either dried apricots or dried peaches.

Damn those things were good.

One of the best birthday presents ever was the box of fried pies she sent to me at college.

Glorfindel

(9,719 posts)
6. Reminds me of a classic poem
Sat Feb 5, 2022, 10:33 PM
Feb 2022
Dried Apple Pies

by Anonymous

I loathe, abhor, detest, despise,
Abominate dried-apple pies.
I like good bread, I like good meat,
Or anything that's fit to eat;
But of all poor grub beneath the skies,
The poorest is dried apple pies.
Give me the toothache, or sore eyes,
But don't give me dried apple pies.
The farmer takes his gnarliest fruit,
'Tis wormy, bitter, and hard, to boot;
He leaves the hulls to make us cough,
And don't take half the peeling off.
Then on a dirty cord 'tis strung
And in a garret window hung,
And there it serves as roost for flies,
Until it's made up into pies.
Tread on my corns, or tell me lies,
But don't pass me dried-apple pies.
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