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what can I say? It’s apple season!
visiting my parents in Connecticut. As always with my family, our weekend
revolved around the kitchen – delicious meals shared amongst the best of
company. Friday and Saturday dominated by my stepmom’s amazing meals, and Sunday by my mom’s. No wonder I love food :).
celebrating her birthday. We spent the day in the kitchen, making (among other
things), Mom’s famous apple pie. THE apple pie. Not surprisingly, it has a story…
quiches and pies. Every day after classes, she would head back to her apartment
and get to work. Yes, she baked everything in her apartment. No, not in the
restaurant’s kitchen. (When relaying this story to me, she paused, knowing that
I would be writing this on my blog, and questioned, “Is that even legal?? Maybe
you should leave that portion out…”)
broccoli, spinach, quiche lorraine – but only one type of pie.
delicious; customers never requested anything else. Crisp sugary crust, overflowing
with tender apples and warm spices – it is really the epitome of true apple pie.