Mamacita says: Indeed YES, that is homemade apple pie that you smell. Four different kinds of apples, butter, cinnamon, a sprinkling of flour, and a half cup of Splenda. Oh, and crust. Sometimes I make the crust myself, and sometimes I buy generic the very best. I always poke holes in the shape of a pine tree on the top crust, though. When I was a kid, I read a book called The Plums Hang High, which is still one of my favorite novels, and in it, Hannah Maria poked a pine tree on all of her pies because that’s what the cook back in her aristocratic parents’ home always did. Unless it was mince pie, in which case she poked “TM” in the middle, for “‘Tis mince.” I loved that paragraph when I was a kid. I still do. I have never, however, tried to make a mince pie. I’m not dead yet, so I still might some day. Don’t lose hope.
Most people use many kinds of apples because they’re gourmet cooks or something cool. I use many kinds of apples because no two people in this house like the same kind of apple and I generally get the notion to bake a pie when we’re down to two or three apples in each bag.
Also? I don’t eat pie. I just love to make them. Fortunately, other people do like to eat them, so they never go to waste.
Now, get to the library and try to find a copy of The Plums Hang High. Chances are pretty good that you won’t find it there, because our libraries got rid of all the books I used to get there over and over when I was young and replaced them with computer games and graphic novels and Gossip Girls and teen vampire stuff.
If that’s the case in your library, order the book from Amazon. It’s really, really good. Really good.