Apple Pie

I baked my first apple pie today, and it was beautiful! My friend Sara sent me the recipe last week, and after re-stocking at the apple orchard today, I got a chance to try it out. I did cheat on the crusts though, I bought the ready made kind, but I cut the top one up to make a perfect lattice design. I am quite proud.

Gracie was not as excited. I thought my pie was beautiful and I made it for my family, but all Gracie wanted was the vanilla ice cream I got to go on top! I guess I now know how my mom felt all those times she would cook for us kids and we would say "yuck!" or not eat it at all. My mother made this spaghetti sauce that took all day, but I would rather have had the kind from the jar. I now feel that crushing blow to one's ego after hours of labor over a food you are so proud of.

Garren, however, devoured it. He said it was the best apple pie he had ever eaten. And even if he is lying because he loves me, I think I will believe him anyway.

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