So I finally got my grandmother’s blueberry pie recipe (see entry from 9/7).  Well, sort of.  She’s a great cook although she begs to differ, but getting recipes from her is truly like pulling teeth.  She may be pushing 97, but it’s been this way for awhile. She’s always been able to cook the best of everything: amazing cornbread dressing, delicious pound cake, wonderful salmon croquettes, but trying to repeat the masterpieces is a whole different story. I wish I could find a way to get every  one of her recipes. Besides the fact there are 3,000 miles between us, I don’t think she has that much patience. When I bring up the fact I need one of her recipes, she tries to deflect:

“Look, I have a cookbook I’m going to send you.”

“But Grandmother,” I protest. “I don’t want one of your cookbooks, I want one of your recipes. Like I need your blueberry pie recipe.”

“Blueberry pie?”

“Yes, what do you put in it?”

“Baby, you can use whatever you have,” she insists.

“Well, I mean besides blueberries, what do you use?”

“You put some sugar in it,” she says.

“How much?”

“I don’t know, baby.”

“Would it be a cup or half a cup?”

“Baby, your grandmother doesn’t know.”

Did I leave out she never measures anything? That’s when you know somebody can cook. Well, now that I have the ingredients and no correct measurements, I guess I’ll just have to take my chances. We’ll see how it turns out…