The story of pie

Posted on October 7, 2015

apple pie and baby boo

Just a simple post this week. I am off to a marketing conference for the rest of the week and didn’t have a chance to prepare anything deeper.

Here is a picture of some pies I baked over the weekend. Or rather, I baked them while my Mom supervised. Ever since we had the stove on fire incident a few years ago, I don’t think she trusts me in the kitchen!

It was a wonderful way to spend a rainy afternoon. I love the fall and I love apples. Plain apples are fine, but they taste even better when they are in a pie. I had just bought a little baby boo pumpkin gourd too, so I had to add that to the picture. Actually the baby boo is for one of our chipmunks.

I gave one of the pies to my cousin and I brought the other one home. Mr. Ken’s eyes lit up when he saw the pie and he immediately took it out of my hands. I like to think that he was so excited to be eating something that I had baked, but it was more that he loves sweets, any sweets.

Later that night I went to cut a small piece for myself, but half the pie was already gone! Mr. Ken claimed no knowledge of what happened to all the pie.

What about you? What is your favorite fall food?