On Saturday we went tovisit relatives.
On the way back we passed a farm shop that was selling huge bags of apples for a really silly price. My instant thought was...
So I bought a couple of bags and, on reaching home, I set about peeling, slicing and cooking them.
They were great apples, straight from trees in The Garden of England.
Once this was done I made the pastry - a big batch of my sweet shortcrust which goes so well with apple.
I ended up with one really big pie and a ton of individual sized ones. I was intending to freeze some, but by evening all we had left was the big one! The small pies were just so delicious! We ate them on their own, with custard, and with ice cream. They were just perfect!
The big pie gradually shrank yesterday. I have brought the last slice to work with me as a snack.
I love apple pie.
As American as Apple Pie...
This always struck me as a strange phrase...
Apple Pie is not an American invention, of course. We have been eating it in England for hundreds of years! But I guess it is something that Americans have taken to their hearts and made their own.
Maybe it is a bit like:
As British as Curry?
As French as Fries?
As Chinese as Tibet? (Woo, getting political here! :-) )