Days of Wine and Dough

One night back in 1931, three of us were playing cards in my mother's kitchen. The wine was running low, as was our exchequer, and someone suggested we go into business to recoup our fortunes. Selling fruit pies at fifty cents apiece was decided on, and we went out and bought canned cherries, lard, flour, and plenty of yeast. We chose the bathtub as an ideal mixing bowl, and though our knowledge of the proper proportions was vague, we made up for it with enthusiasm and energy. We used a canoe paddle to stir everything up, and went off to bed, mightily pleased with ourselves.