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Buttermilk Pie

I did not grow up eating buttermilk pie, but have seen it consistently ( always passed up until now)  at school bake sales and on family reunion dessert tables or as one of many different gifted pies to teachers at my son's school around Thanksgiving. It is one of those classic Southe rn dishes that Texas Czechs have embraced and recipes for it are included in many community cookbooks. I have actually seen old recipes written by Czech-speaking ladies that spelled the word pie phonetically (in Czech) as paj.  From, I read " The origins of this pie date back to the Depression and WWII, when women used pantry staples and what they had on hand." Of course, living in an apartment in suburban Austin, I never have buttermilk "on hand", but I do use it for some dishes (biscuits, pancakes, marinating fried chicken) after which I may have some leftover. What to do with extra buttermilk? Make pie.  The recipe I used is from Mrs. Joe F. Blinka, Jr. included i
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