happy apple pie

Someone particularly special around our house happened to have a recent birthday, and to celebrate I pulled out all the stops and made an apple pie. I know, it’s a pretty average dessert, but when you slice up mounds of fresh, crisp apples, encase them in a flaky lard-butter crust, and bake it to perfection, it makes a pretty nice birthday dessert. Oh, I finally realized I despise adding nutmeg to apple pie. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it, but the pie recipe from one of the cookbooks I received when we were married called for nutmeg, so unwittingly I’ve been ruining all my pies for the past five years. Nutmeg makes apple pies taste like someone’s melted Crayola crayons in them. Why I didn’t realize this before, I haven’t a clue. But this pie was perfect, or so my boys said…

My kitchen helper. He rolled it out, but not to death. (I intervened.)

Mmm… apples…

Fresh from the oven

Give me pie or I shall die!

What a good daddy… sharing his lone candle!

The pieces were almost literally inhaled :)

Happy birthday to my handsome hubs. I love you tons!