Apple of my eye

A few weeks ago I decided to make a pie. It was my first - every bit of it completely homemade - pie ever. Even the crust. That's a big thing for me. I am not the fantastic and adventurous cook that both my sister and my SIL are. I thought it would be a great way for Pumpkin and I to spend some quality time together. Well, baking a pie with a two year old is a sure fire way to turn a thirty minute task into a three hour one. No one told me this. But, it was totally worth it. I would do it again in a heart beat. She helped me with everything. I had her wash the apples and then hand them to me to be peeled. Then with her little hands on mine we used the apple slicer/corer thingamajig to slice and core them. I cut them into little pieces and she put the pieces in a bowl. I measured the spices, she poured them in the bowl. We mixed everything. We made the pie crust dough together. We rolled it out together. Again, my hands together with her little hands grasping my Gramma's rolling pin. There was something warm and wonderful about that. (A little bit of Gramma right there with us, sharing that moment.) Here is the little "K" we cut in the top, we initialled the pie for Pumpkin. She got a kick out of that.

And here's the finished pie. It was melt-in-your-mouth delicious. The crust was buttery and flaky and just as a crust should be. Pumpkin, you can bake me a pie any time...