Well, we didn’t. Celebrate. We got home late Sunday night from OC MD. Dan had a weekend long craft show that we worked. It’s nice because we can stay with my parents, in Delaware, and still make a some dough. We drove home late Sunday night so Dan could get to work on custom orders.
I had no plans for a cookout but when I took over some “thank you for checking in on our crazy cat while we were gone fudge” to my neighbors they shared that they were making mountain pies tonight. Okay, I recently found out about the game called corn hole and what’s up with this stuff they call pudding’…but never heard out mountain pies.
My enthusiastic neighbors (with a family of 4 sweet children) told me that they were pretty much a grilled cheese sandwich of sorts but made in a press that you put over a fire. You’ll see below… photo. You fill pockets of bread with whatever… meats, cheeses, veggies, sauce, or whatever. Make them savory or sweet.
How wicked cool is that?
so here they are … mountain pies… aka, hobo pies.
(I’ve gotta start looking for this gadget at yard sales)
a few quick spins by the expert chef!
ta da…a mountain pie! anyone who loves grilled cheese should loose their mind over this.