Every year, my mom, my sisters and I get together to make massive amounts of apple pie. Apple pie is fall’s most amazing food. I know everyone goes crazy for all the pumpkin flavored goodies out there (including myself), but let’s face it, there’s no better food than apple pie. This year, we made 22 pies. We froze most of them, to be eaten later, but to be honest, they’ll all be gone by Christmas. That’s how amazing they are.
First, you have to buy or pick many, many apples. These are lobo apples. Some apples are too soft, and then you get mushy pie.
Then, you have to put on a cute apron.
You need to peel the many, many apples and make several batches of pie crust.
After that, you start assembling pies and you don’t stop until you have 22 (or 3 or 14 or 7, whatever your goal is. We don’t usually have a goal, we just keep going until we run out of ingredients.)
After a while, it’s totally acceptable to stop for wine. We really had to work for it.
But it was worth it.
Drinking wine really makes for better pies. Just don’t spill any in the pies, that’s wasteful.
I don’t have a recipe to share because we don’t use one. It’s apples, brown sugar, cinnamon and flour, then repeat, add butter and that’s it. We don’t measure anything. I’m sure of you google “apple pie recipes” you’ll find some, but whatever you do, please, please, don’t use white sugar in an apple pie. That’s just wrong.
It was such a great day, and now we have pie! Everyone should celebrate apple pie day.
My dad is usually there to help. He peels the apples, but he was away this weekend. It’s ok Pop, you can still have pie. We’ll share because we’re nice like that.