Fall has arrived and with it has come a bounty of apples. I find myself enchanted with the thought of going to the apple orchard and picking some apples just like my family did when I was a kid. I can remember bushel baskets of apples in the garage for weeks and weeks. I also remember my mother making apple pies and apple crisp. If you want to meet a good cook, that would be my mother! I can remember her making the pie crust from scratch and me and my siblings would hover around waiting for her to roll in out and then cut off the excess pie dough from the edge of the pie pan. As quickly as she would cut it off, we would have our fingers in there to snatch it up and eat it. How is it that something so simple (flour, salt, lard, water) taste so good? I know many people like to take it scraps, sprinkle them with cinnamon and sugar, and bake it. Not me, I'd rather eat it raw any day.

I think an Apple Pie is in my near future. I can't hardly wait!

Happy Baking....