We went apple picking the other day. It was amazing. Although I am not a huge apple fan, there is an excitement in picking your own fruit. I don't know what it is, but it could be some primitive instinct civilisation and the influx of supermarkets haven't tamed in restless souls like your humble blogger. The nearby orchards offer almost everything all year round and you can go there and pick until you drop.
Back to my apple picking expedition, which landed me with lots of apples, I didn't know what to do with. Back in the kitchen, I pulled out an apple pie recipe my aunt gave me last year. Flour, eggs, sugar and lots of cinnimon later, and the whole apartment smelled like it could be eaten - with a scoop of ice cream on top, of course.
A whole apple pie is a novelty for the first few minutes. But the last I heard of it was that it was complaining to the cheese cake in the fridge that it was feeling unwanted and neglected...like a lot of people I know!
Now that I have baked my pie, and to maintain some sort of harmony in my fridge, I guess I have no choice but to eat it!
Photo Credit: My better half, with our new Nikon D200 camera!