I was raised by two old folks who took me into their lives and I have a million memories of their ways and their tradiations. Tonight I remembered Mammys Egg Pie and am amazed that this memory came out since it is stored away with so many. Pap was always punny and Mammy wasn't much stronger. He suffered with some type colon disease and it was hard for him to eat much of anything. Our meals consisted mainly of low fat and low spice and just simple good country food. Mammy's pie was something he would ask for on a Sunday night after church when there would be no left overs from dinner. Mammy would make biscuit dough and cut them into little strips like dumplings well I guess they were dumplings. While she was doing that a black iron skillet was on the stove about half full of water and butter would be melting in it. She would drop the dumplings into the hot water and then one at a time she carefully broke an egg and dropped it into the boiling water. She sprinkled it with salt and when the eggs reached the desired amount of "done" she scooped them out, Pap got his first and me and Mammy wanted black pepper on ours. I think Im gonna fix some this morning.. good for any time..snack or meal.
