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I made apple pie for the first time on Thanksgiving. We actually celebrated Thanksgiving on Saturday, since Darryl had to work Thursday. A family in our branch invited us over for Saturday, since their children had school on Thursday. So on Thursday, in honor of Thanksgiving, I made an apple pie.Â
We’d had an enrichment a few weeks earlier where someone taught us about making apple pie. Everyone was talking about how they love pie, and how they do their crust, and such and such. Most people know that I am not a fan of cooked fruit, so that kind of means that pie is not my thing. I’ve made a couple of strawberry pies (fruesh fruit, of course), and a chocolate cream pie last year for Darryl’s birthday. Of course there are lemon meringue pies, and cream pies and such. But it seems that “pie people” really like cooked fruit in their pie. So I had never made an apple pie, or any cooked fruit kind of pie. And I’ve only forced myself to eat them a few times.
But Darryl loves pie, and I thought since I learned about making apple pie, I should make one for him. He did say that peach pie is his favorite, so perhaps next summer I will attempt that. Of all the cooked fruit out there, apple is the one that I can handle in moderation. Probably because we had apple trees growing up and so my mom made lots of apple pies and sometimes I didn’t want to miss out on a treat so I would try to eat some. And now that I am a mature adult, I am starting to come around to cooked apple things. Sometimes.
So this is getting really long, but I still need to finish my apple pie story. People that make pie crust make it look so easy. I knew it wouldn’t be easy for me, but I saw a picture of this pressed down edge instead of a decorated bumpy thing, which I always saw my mom do. It of course doesn’t look perfect, or as nice as Amanda’s cherry pie, but I was pleased.
Now when it comes to eating apple pie, I have come to realize that not everyone does it the way I was taught to. Which is warm, and with ice cream.  The warm part, well, the only thing worse than cooked fruit is cold cooked fruit. And anything is better with ice cream, right?Â
So back to my apple pie. I made it, but I wasn’t sure how it would taste. After the girls went to bed (not that I don’t want them to like apple pie, but Darryl got home from work late and I wanted him to see the finished product before it was cut up). Well, it was DELICIOUS!! It was warm, of course, and with ice cream. But I daresay I could have eaten a piece even without ice cream. Darryl even said it was yummy. I’m quite excited at the success. Perhaps I will make another apple pie next fall.
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