Fried Apple Pies

It is the night before Father's Day and I should be making fried apple pies for my Daddy.  But I am not.  That was his usual Father's Day gift from me.  Most of our gifts that we always gave Daddy were appreciated but not needed and seldom used.  He was a very simple man with very simple taste.  But he did love fried apple pies. 

I never gave Daddy his gift on Father's Day.....  it was always the night before.  I would wrap each pie in aluminum foil and put in a container.  When they were all done, I would be on my way to deliver them to him.  I would hit the door and he would be up out of his recliner because he knew what I had.  Of course we did the usual "Happy Father's Day" and "Thank You" routine but I knew he was ready to unwrap his "present".  He never ate a fried pie that was not topped with vanilla ice cream.  I always stayed to see him enjoy his first "present".  Seeing him enjoy something that I had cooked just for him made me happier then buying him the most expensive present I could find.  The days following Father's Day he would enjoy warming up the other fried pies and eating them but I am sure they were not as yummy as the first one.  I think on occasion he was nice enough to share his pies with Momma.  One of my favorite memories I have of him before he got sick, was him and Laci in the kitchen sharing a fried apple pie with ice cream.  A bite for Pops..... a bite for Laci......  a priceless moment for me as the daughter and the mother. 

There was not a single store around here that had the perfect present for my Daddy.  Nothing was good enough for him....  nothing I bought could ever equal to the love he had for me and the love I had for him.....  except my homemade fried apple pies.  I hope one day I can make them again.