This is my grandmother Rose's recipe handed down from my mother.
I spend most summers at my grandmother's house in Western Pa. I loved it when she'd take me blueberry picking, it meant she'd be baking muffins and pie.
I don't remember this day, but the story goes as my mother told me. She, my grandmother and I were picking berries. I was around 5 years old, and my mother started yelling at my grandmother, because we were surrounded by RATTLE SNAKES, my grandmother told her not to worry about the snakes, because they were sunning themselves and would not bother us.
RELATED: