More than Apple Pie

The cold and flu season has had us home bound for what feels like forever, the cabin fever is setting in hard. We have been trying to stay occupied by rotating crafts, games and snuggles in front of the tv but it’s getting redundant. Today, we are up and making pie! Which normally would take me 20 min, half hour max, turned into a two and a half hour ordeal. The look on her face when she saw how the apple peeler worked, it took out the middle too! Second child syndrome. My son and I baked and cooked all the time, what was my problem? Why did I change my tune? This isn’t the first time we have made pie but it is the first time I let her do it all. I have been totally ripping her off. Granted, I am busier now and have more on my plate but those are all just lame excuses that are said to justify my actions. I can make the time, I have to make the time, just like i did today.

Watching her today made me realize that I was once that little girl.  I was once that little girl learning these simple skills from my mother that I can now pass down.  It’s just an apple pie, but not really. It’s time spent together. It’s time talking, sharing and enjoying each others company. We laughed and made a mess, we even ate an apple  that was supposed to be for the pie and swore that that was our little secret.

Today was a good day, a sick day, but a good day. I feel grounded, connected and full. Full of happiness and full of PIE.

Apple pie recipe:


6 apples ( we like granny smith)

1/2- 3/4 cup sugar (depending on how sweet or tart your apples are)

3 table spoons flour

1 teaspoon cinnamon

dash of salt

2 tablespoon butter (cubed)

Slice and cut up apples, add all other ingredients and toss until well coated.

Butter Pie Crust:

2.5 cups flour

1 cup unsalted butter thinly sliced and very cold

1 teaspoon salt or 1 teaspoon sugar for a sweet crust

6-8 tablespoons ice water (adding 1 table spoon at a time)

Mix in mixer until dough has formed. knead dough. Divide dough into two equal balls. Roll out dough, fill your pie plate and add apple mixture, wet rim of bottom pie shell, cover with top dough, add vent holes,  seal top and bottom dough with fork and bake at 350 for 50-60 until golden brown and apples are tender.

This is a simple basic recipe, nothing new or extravagant but we love it.

Also, don’t forget to save the apple peels for extra fiber in your smoothies. Place them in a freezer bag, freeze and use as needed.


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4 thoughts on “More than Apple Pie

  1. I just loved reading this and seeing the photos, so great. I had a woman, Mrs. Polson who took care of me growing up. She was like a Grandma to me, I loved her dearly and miss her so much. Reading this brought me back to our special times of making apple pie. I can still close my eyes and smell it and taste it. A wonderful thing you both did today, some of the most special parts of childhood that will last a lifetime.

    1. Thank you. I am sorry you can’t share those moments anymore, but I am happy you have those memories. When I do stuff like this with my kids it makes me miss my mom, I still have questions for her, I still need answers. I guess the only thing we can do is close our eyes and drift away even if it’s for a second.

      1. Yes, I thought about your Mom actually as I read it. Such duality, those memories, time spent together, keep us so close to them which is beautiful but also miss them so much. As you say those moments of closing your eyes and drifting away. Thank you for sharing this again, really did bring me back, was grounding. Your work, a gift as always.

  2. Reblogged this on The Daily Crapper and commented:
    Apple pie. One of my most favorite people in this whole world was a very special woman who took care of me growing up, her name was Mrs. Polson. Apple pie was kind of our thing. Any time I need the comfort of a warm memory I can close my eyes and the smell and taste of that pie is right there. The cup of tea I would share with Mrs. Polson while we ate our pie, fresh out of the oven; an honored tradition. She would always give me a little smirk and say in her Polish accent “does it taste ok, not as good this time”. All the while knowing it was the best pie ever. Moments I cherish so much. If I could sit down with Mrs. Polson one more time and have a piece of that pie, drink our tea and talk about life as we did, oh what I would do for that. So loved and so missed, but I am forever grateful for the impact she had on my life.

    Christine Jordan, who wrote this post, is a friend of mine and I adore her wonderful ways, her family and her magnificent photography speaks for itself.

    This post she did brought me back to my days of having pie with Mrs. Polson. I looked at the pictures of her little girl and thought back to when I was that little girl and how special it was.

    So thank you Chrissy for reminding me that it is indeed, much more than apple pie.

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