Pie Pie Me Oh My

When I was a kid we used to have the most wonderful Thanksgiving dinners with my Mom's side of the family. She has 3 sisters and 1 brother and most of them have big families. We would get together at Grandma's and everyone would bring food and we would play games with all our cousins. It was heaven on earth. My favorite part of the day was the pies that Grandma would make. The best part of Grandma's pie was the pie crust cookies. Since it's a bad idea to re-roll the crust, she would put the trimmings on a pan and sprinkle them with cinnamon and sugar. They would come out of the oven golden and crispy and so sweet.
They went really fast since there was always a crowd in the kitchen...especially when Grandma was cooking. Today I was kinda missing my Grandma. The quickest way for me to feel closer to my Grandma is to pull out one of her recipes and cook up a storm. Usually I make a pie, and of course...pie crust cookies. I use the apple pie filling that I have canned (using on of her recipes) and it usually turns out just like Grandma used to make. Today I was not so lucky. The crust completely fell apart. I was so ticked. So as I stood, yelling at the pie, my (oh so understanding) husband told me to just throw it on the top. Or better yet, throw it away and just go topless (his joke...not mine). Of course I am my mother's daughter and just a touch stubborn. I tried to piece it together to look somewhat acceptable. I threw some sugar and cinnamon on the top and here is what I got. Not going to win any beauty contests but it tasted fabulous. All thanks to Grandma.