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This pie’s a winner
DEAR MELBA: I’ve lost my recipe for Anna Maude’s Apple Pie. You had it in your column many years ago. I hope you or someone saved it.
— Lola Dickerson, Bethany
I can provide help for you with this request. Cooper Lyon was owner of Anna Maude’s in 1990, and he shared the recipe you want.
He even came to my house to check out my version of their apple pie.
Not only had he furnished the recipe, he gave me many suggestions for making it perfect.
He recommended using only Winesap or Jonathan apples for the filling. “Otherwise, don’t even make this pie,” he said.
I’ve given up on this winter and decided to just pretend that it’s spring.
If you can force tulip bulbs inside, why not just force the rest of it too?
So that meant I had to put away my slow cooker (but not before one really delicious pot of beef stew), forget the potatoes, dried beans and other rib-sticking, soul-warming fare, and embrace what was fresh and green.
If this really were spring or summer, I’d head to the farmers market, pick up some corn on the cob and a couple of giant slicing tomatoes, and voila, dinner would be on the table.
It's Mardi Gras, let's eat Cajun
DEAR MELBA: I thought you might want to share some Cajun recipes since Mardi Gras will be Tuesday. The source of my Cajun recipes is the “Louisiana Homemakers Family Favorites” cookbook published in 1984 by the Louisiana Extension Homemakers Council Inc.
This author can cook, too
DEAR READERS: L.A. Muse begins her book, “A Forest of Doors: An Orphan's Quest,” by recording the day her mother died. She is immediately thrown into reliving the day when she was 7 years old and her mother abandoned her, her brother and sister at Bangor Children's Home in Maine. Now, her mother has done it again, left her without even saying goodbye.
Her memories include years when her father was in the military, stationed in Vietnam. Her alcoholic and drug-addicted mother would put the children in the car and drive to a bar, where she locked the kids in the car and disappeared for hours.
They were not treated well in the orphanage, either, but one Christmas, someone