After spending some quality time enjoying the silence a la Depeche Mode, little Archie and I went for a long, frigid walk. Chilled to the bone, I needed an activity that would enjoyably pass the time and warm me up.
"What's warmer than apple pie?!" I exclaimed silently in a thought bubble. That was it: I would while away the afternoon and warm my bones by baking an apple pie.
Having never done this before, my expectations were quite low. Armed with a dream and a recipe harvested from the Internet, I bustled down to my neighborhood Safeway to gather my needed supplies: apples, and lots of 'em.
I didn't have to make my shell afresh as I still had some frozen, left over from Thanksgiving, but everything else was prepared today. It wasn't too hard, and I had bushels of fun imagining myself an old granny as I peeled and cored the Granny Smiths.
Here's the pie, pre-oven:
Lots of sugar and a couple hours later, the pie emerged -- and just in time for my roommate, Amber, and her lovely friend, Bryan, who just so happened to walk through the door as I was pulling the pie from the oven.
Here's me with my craggy masterpiece:
And here are a few of Amber, Bryan, and little Archie:
Now, the pie cools and we await my handsome boyfriend's arrival before we devour it, a la mode!
