Last week I made an apple pie. The apple pie brought back some of the best memories. There is something so soothing about making a pie. It feels basic, soothing, rustic, and homey. When I was making this pie it felt like when I spent time with my grandmother. I could hear her voice, her laughter. I could picture her smile and the kitchen and everything in it.
Sadly, we didn’t get a picture of this particular apple pie when it came out of the oven because we couldn’t wait to eat it! Isn’t that the best part of the pie anyway? Eating it! And it was yummy and cozy. It’s not my grandmother’s pie recipe. Hers used dried apples and I’d love to find the recipe or figure it out. And of course, the apples came from her apple trees on the farm!
The best memories aren’t always the ones we plan. They’re in the day-to-day moments; those cozy little moments of daily life. At the time you’re probably not thinking about it. But years later something will trigger that memory. Perhaps a smell, a sound, or the creation of an apple pie. Want to make some apple pie memories of your own? Here is the link to my Apple Pie recipe.
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