Sweet Apple Pie

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At Home, In the Kitchen

We have an apple tree at the San Juan Capistrano house. We learned this was the first year it has ever bore fruit. As I was saying goodbye to Liz, the wife-half of our landlords, (They are working and living in Abu Dhabi) she yelled, “Make something fabulous with the apples!” I yelled back that of course I would. However, after buying the ranch and traveling back and forth to Nevada I had lost the time I needed to really create some apple goodness.

Last month Steve and I went out and really cleaned up the trees in the yard, and I finally had a large bunch of apples to use for some baking. Plus, as silly as it sounds, I just really wanted to take pictures in the kitchen. So, I made an apple pie.

Trust me when I tell you I am not a baking blogger. I don’t really share recipes because you could just read the back of the same package I’m using. Seriously, I search other bloggers for my recipes, or I just make stuff up. This apple pie was one of those make up times. Here is what I did:

I peeled and cut the apples, threw them in a bowl, and added a mixture to them. The mixture consisted of brown sugar, cinnamon, and melted butter. I used enough of everything to heavily cover the apple slices. I threw the mixture into a Pillsbury pie crust and baked it in the oven for almost an hour or until it looked done. It was great! I just love pie for breakfast!

My main reason for baking was so I could just be in the kitchen and take pictures of the process and enjoy the pie later. It was fun and relaxing. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you feel inspired to take some time to bake something wonderful.

The apples! Their very first appearance.

The apples! Their very first appearance.

Peeling the apples is my least favorite part. Maybe I need a fancy peeler. I actually think I have one that I've never used.

Peeling the apples is my least favorite part. Maybe I need a fancy peeler. I actually think I have one that I’ve never used.

Peeling is not my favorite part. This is the moment when I realize my limitations.

 

Finally seemed like enough apples to fill the crust.

Finally seemed like enough apples to fill the crust.

Filling the pice crust with the filling mixture.

Filling the pie crust with the mixture.

I always add a little lemon juice. Do you? I'm not even sure why Ido but I add it to every fruit pie.

I always add a little lemon juice. Do you? I’m not even sure why I do but I add it to every fruit pie.

I cute a sad little heart out of the center for my vent. Trust me, it really was a heart. Brushed it with cream and put that baby in the oven. I may not have even timed it.

I cut a sad little heart out of the center for my vent. Trust me, it really was a heart. Brushed it with cream and put that baby in the oven.

The finished pie.

The finished pie.

Now, go bake something! PS Happy Monday, have a great week.

 

 

 

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