Ingredients:
- 1 package of cool whip (softened)
- 1 can of cherry pie filling
- 1graham cracker crust - get the expensive one
Preparation:
In a large mixing bowl, mix cream cheese, sugar and a small amount of milk as well. Let the mixture whip until it begins to become fluffy.My mother always watches the mixture very closely. She is not, by any means a professional cook, but she get the job done. She stands over the mixer during the process. While we wait, she likes to talk about the latest happening thing in town.
"McKenzie, did you hear about what happened to her mother? Oh it was just awful. We should take her a pie today when we get done."
"Alright, that sounds good to me! I hate that she is having to go through that."
My mother never fails to think about what she can do for others while she is making these pies. She gives a pie to everyone she thinks needs a spirit-lifter or a happy as she would call it. I love that about my mother. She is always thinking of others before herself.
After we talk, we mix the cream cheese, sugar and the small amount of milk together. My mother gets so excited that she got the mixture just the right amount of "fluffy", she asks me to mix the next ingredients; while she is still beside herself.
While I take my turn mixing she decides that it is time for a break. When I say break, I mean that she is going to sit down and chat about what ever comes to the tip of her tongue. I love my mother and her personality. She is so enjoyable to be around. While she is sitting she supervises my actions, she talks with me.
"Do not let it get too fluffy, McKenzie."
"Yes, mom. I'm not new at this!"
When she decides that her break is over, she comes back to the kitchen island and gets a cooking again. She makes sure that my mixture is completed. She takes the mixture and puts it in the pie shell, but only fills it halfway. She covers it up with cherries. After that, she spreads the rest of the mixture over the cherries. Last, she covers the pie with cool whip.
When I see the last bit of the mixture hit the top of that piece-of-heaven pie, I get so excited for what is coming. I think to myself, finally I get to eat the pie. I move in for the pie, just as I get close, my mother swats my hand away.
"That pie is not for you sweetie." she says sternly.
"Mom, I made this pie, this is my pie." I say.
"No it is not. Now do not question me." she says.
Now I forgot to mention that the last, but unnecessary step is to let the pie cool. Waiting on my cherry pie to chill is like waiting on my grandmother to get dressed. I mean, God lover her, but she is the slowest person I know. While waiting, my mom suggests an idea.
"You can come and help me clean up, Mackie!" she yells.
"Do I have to?" I ask.
"No Mac. I guess you can get off easy this time." she says.
Now all I have to do is wait for my pie to cool. It takes around an hour to do so. After the time has passes, I bug my mother with questions.
"Can I eat it? Will you come cut it? It has been an hour, Mom!" I complain.
Finally, she comes to the kitchen to make sure the pie is in tip top shape foe me to eat. She gives me the all clear look. Finally, I get to eat my pie!
Cooking with my mother is always a highlight in my holidays. I enjoy every moment that I get to spend with her. She is such a fun and delightful person to be around. Especially when it id just me and her doing what we love to do; be together.