Grasshopper Pie

  Grandma and Grandpa had a cat named Rusty. She was orange in color and tail-less to boot! She lived under the eves of the back porch in an empty lug box Grandpa Jack had placed there for her to have kittens in.

  One warm summer's day I decide to make Rusty a treat after finding an almost dead grasshopper in the back yard. Into the kitchen I went in search of the perfect ingredients. Many times I had watched my Grandma Addie make the perfect pie crust...and after all that watching I was certain I could do it too. This pie however, would have a filling entirely different from any pie Grandma had ever imagined or made.

  I poured the ingredients into a chipped mixing bowl, stirring carefully with a fork to moisten all the ingredients. Dusting my hands with flour I began to work the dough...as it took shape, I ever so carefully rolled it into a small circle using Grandma's old rolling pin...as I worked my excitement grew!

  I found an old pie tin to place my crust in, and into the center of the tin I placed my small circle of dough, I then very carefully placed the large juicy grasshopper onto the dough, which I had found; almost entirely dead from natural causes.

  With care I folded the crust and pinched the edges shut, smothering the top with melted oleo, placing the tiny pan into a 350 degree oven, baking till it was golden brown.

  When the pie was done I let it cool down so Rusty wouldn't burn her mouth. Once cooled, I placed it in her dish and watched her enjoy the delicious grasshopper pie. I can only imagine it was delicious, because I didn't actually try it myself, but her growling let me know she was not about to share it with me or anyone else.

by Sheila Ball all rights reserved