Sunday, June 8, 2014

Nuns Farts and Rhubarb

It's Sunday morning, my house smells like mine did when I was growing up.  Like fresh baked pies.  It smells glorious.  I am wrapped in nostalgia this morning.  How lucky we were to grow up in a home where fresh baked goods were the normal, everyday occurrence.  I remember being surprised when other kids never had a homemade butter tart in the their lunch.  How spoiled.  I was spoiled in love, attention, slow food and baking.  Spoiled in obtaining recipes handed down from generation to generation.  I am trying in earnest to give these simple, profound, memories of love, smells, sights to my kids, that one day when they are parents remember and think of me and inevitably their hearts warm and they too have this same nostalgic moment. Le sigh...I am a sentimental gal, I can't help it.

So, I was gifted a large amount of rhubarb this past week, this morning I baked 3 rhubarb cream pies, one of my moms best recipes.  And always my Birthday request instead of a cake.

The Pie Lady

Rhubarb Cream Pie

2 Eggs (Beat really really well)
Then add: 1 cup Sugar
2 Tbsp Flour
Beat Well

Then add: 3 Cups of diced Rhubarb
Mix thoroughly 
Pour into unbaked pie shell, cover top with pastry

Bake at 400 for 1/2 hour to 45 minutes.

Enjoy warm or my favourite the next day cold from the fridge.

Now on to the NUNS FARTS
I believe this 'recipe' originates from my Auntie Judy's side of the family, so credits to name and baked good goes to her. 

You take the left over dregs of pastry roll it out.  
Spread butter all over the pastry
Sprinkle with cinnamon and brown sugar
roll it up
slice it
bake it 
Enjoy the warm "cookie" type pastry.


Have a lovely day, slow down, take it in the little things, enjoy the smell and taste of a Nuns Fart.


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