Last week I made an apple pie. There is something so soothing about making a pie. It feels so basic, rustic, homey, just making a pie. I felt like I was with my grandmother when I was making this pie and it was wonderful. I could hear her voice, her laughter. I could picture her smile. Sadly, we didn’t get a picture of it when it came out of the oven, because we couldn’t wait to eat it!
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