My Mom’s buttermilk pies are one of my favorite things on earth. Every time I bake a buttermilk pie it brings back memories of Mom in the kitchen. Mom is now 91 almost 92 and she doesn’t cook anymore. Although she is doing well physically she doesn’t remember things like she used to. A few years back when we went back to the farm to visit, Mom decided she was going to make a pie. She didn’t have any buttermilk so she set some milk out on the counter and it ultimately spoiled. In her mind if the milk went a little sour it would be just like buttermilk. As we all sat down at the table and took that first bite we all just about gagged. We asked Mom if her milk was old and she told us what she had done. We all just looked at each other and started giggling. She didn’t know what we were giggling about, she looked at us like we were crazy and went on eating her slice of pie like it was the best thing. You see, she has lost her taste buds as well and she didn’t taste the spoiled milk like we did. When we get together we all have a good laugh about the spoiled milk pies, even though Mom can’t remember any of it.