These past two weeks, I’ve been wanting to write about apple pie. I used to bake good apple pie – learned from my Mom, who learned from Grandma. Rich, sweet fruit spilling out of a flaky crust…I had it down pat. Thought I still did, although I haven’t baked a pie in while.
Well, if you don’t use it, you lose it. I had no less than three apple pie disasters in the past two weeks. I was demoralized.
These were times for desperate measure. Times when the only thing to do was square the shoulders, starch the upper lip, and make myself some hot chocolate.