Our First Apple Pie

My beautiful mother makes the most beautiful and delicious apple pies. Last Thanksgiving, I decided that I was going to help my mom bake all of the pies so I could learn from the master. I did an okay job, but didn't feel that baking a pie was too difficult.

Until, that is, I tried to bake one without her.

Man, that was a challenge!


The story begins with an apple orchard. T's parents have an orchard in their backyard and when we visited them over Labor Day weekend, we were given a box of apples. We borrowed our sister-in-law's dehydrator and dehydrated a ton of apples, but then decided to bake an apple pie with the rest of them.

I was feeling pretty confident until it came time to roll out the dough and place it in the pie pan.

I've never been so misled by such easy-sounding directions!


T and I both tried multiple times to roll the dough out to the perfect thinness and place it carefully in the pan, but we failed every time.

After an exasperated phone call to my ever-patient mom, we made a decision to just press the dough into the pan, fill it with the apples, and throw the top crust on it.

It sure looked ugly! But it tasted pretty good!

It looks like we need a few more lessons from the master pie-baker!