It was a perfect apple picking day not too hot and not too cold. And the sky was a beautiful September blue. The day couldn't have been any better!
After we picked all the apples we could carry we went home and baked some apple pie! Well I actually did the baking my husband decided it would be more fun to stack wood and my little guy decided a nap sounded better the helping his mama bake! Go figure.
But I didn't mind at all that I was left to bake alone. I love baking apple pies. It remind me when my mom used to bake apple pies every fall. Nothing says fall like homemade apple pies.
My best friend Katie always makes fun of me when we bake together because I always make such a huge mess. What can I say? I really liked to get involved in my baking! As you can see!
Here's my pies. This is the same Apple Pie recipe that my grandmother used and my mom . You can tell it's been well loved.
My house smelled wonderful while the pies were baking!
It was a perfect way to end a perfect day!
We made wonderful memories and hope to make it a yearly tradition.
"It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life"
P.D James
Until next time,
Heather