My pie skills were passed down from three generations of wonderful bakers. From my great grandma Bryant to her daughter Elinor (my grandmother who I unfortunately never met). From Elinor to her daughter, Brenda (my mom) and then from Mom down to me (also my middle name was passed down from all three). I have vivid memories of going to grandma Bryant’s house and walking inside to the wonderful smells of cookies or pies baking in the oven. There were many times when I stood with her in the kitchen watching and learning how she made her famous pies. I also spent many hours baking with my Mom. As a kid, I had my very own set of kids’ baking utensils and I was always excited to pull them out and help her with baking cookies and pies.
Grandma Bryant called these little cinnamon pinwheels “kisses”. They were made from the left over pie crust and smothered with butter, sugar and cinnamon. I always looked forward to Grandma Bryant’s kisses…the sweetest things on Earth. Now that grandma has passed on I still get to enjoy her kisses every time I bake a pie.