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The Quintessence of Pie
Aug. 30th, 2011 04:46 pmI've moved into my apartment. I have a kitchen and a lime green butterfly chair and the laundry right across the hall and no internet access yet, which would probably be good for me, but I'm probably going to cave and get internet anyway.
On the drive up I stopped at my friend Rachel's house. They were having a little family reunion - most of her relations live within an hour's drive so sometimes they just get together for no reason at all. When I was growing up our closest relatives were five hours away, so this is totally foreign to me.
AND THEY HAD THE BEST PIE. Her mom baked an apple pie which was the quintessence of apple pie: a flaky crust, the apples soft but not at all mushy, sweetened and spiced with just enough cinnamon sugar to make the apples almost painful in their exquisite apple-ness, a la mode with vanilla bean ice cream. SO AMAZING.
On the drive up I stopped at my friend Rachel's house. They were having a little family reunion - most of her relations live within an hour's drive so sometimes they just get together for no reason at all. When I was growing up our closest relatives were five hours away, so this is totally foreign to me.
AND THEY HAD THE BEST PIE. Her mom baked an apple pie which was the quintessence of apple pie: a flaky crust, the apples soft but not at all mushy, sweetened and spiced with just enough cinnamon sugar to make the apples almost painful in their exquisite apple-ness, a la mode with vanilla bean ice cream. SO AMAZING.
