Pie making turned out to be an adventure and one that I am sure I will perfect over time
Growing up in the South must be very different. I was born and raised up North but my husband is from the deep south. He lived in a small town that borders a river and life was pretty simple. He didn’t even have a shopping center or movie theater for fifty miles. He and his siblings made their own fun and spent days lazing around in the heat, fishing or swimming. Now that he has relocated to the North he sometimes complains about the pace that everyone needs things done. The other day he asked if we could make apple pies on the weekend. I didn’t see why we had to “make” them because we could simply “buy” them at the store. He said that when he was a kid it was one of his favorite things to do with his mom. They would spend the morning in the orchard picking apples then head inside to help peel them. His mom would make the crust from scratch, slice the apples evenly, and coat them in butter and cinnamon. All of this sounded like something out of the stone ages to me, but, I wanted to make him happy so I told him I would give it a try. Thank goodness we have air conditioning because turning on the oven on a day where it is 85 degrees was the last thing I wanted to do. I cranked the air because I wanted to cool off the house really well before we even started the process. Pie making turned out to be an adventure and one that I am sure I will perfect over time. My husband was polite when I asked him how it taste but I am sure it was nothing like his mom’s.
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