I made an apple pie today during the Steelers game. And it’s still in the fridge, with only one wedge missing, the one I ate. An apple Pac-Man, if you will. First they were too busy jumping around and woo-hooing, then they claimed they’d already gotten their fix from the sugar cookies which I also made, then they were too full on pizza, and then they didn’t want anything because it was too late in the evening.
And we even have vanilla ice cream and caramel sauce to top it with. Not that I want any; my pies can stand on their own two feet. But Mr. Rilch already had the ice cream and sauce, and said earlier that he was looking forward to a fully loaded slice of pie. Hmmph.
I’d never pass up your Apple Pie, it sounds delicious. You can have pie tomorrow if you want but your guests will have to wait until you make it for them again. If you choose to.
Did she add cinnamon? You can bet your biffy she did!
I came home the first summer we were married and there was a luscious looking apple pie, my favorite, on the side. We finished supper, she cut a piece and served it to me and sat down across the table. I took the first bite and swallowed hard. On the second my eyes lit up, my tongue shot out to cool and I gasped what did you put in the apple pie?
“Just the usual, apples, sugar, a bit of flour, and cinnamon.”
It tasts like red pepper to me!
I got up from the table, went to the cabinet and the first item in the front of the shelf was RED CAYENNE PEPPER!
The cinnamonwas behind two or three other little boxes of spices.
Cinnamon and Red Cayenne Pepper as seldom ever mentioned at our house. :rolleyes:
Well, it turns out I spoke too soon. Mr. Rilch and the guy who stayed over had pie for breakfast this morning. Now that’s the way to do it! And the other guy stopped over during the day and had a piece. So it’s all good!