I'm not who I was.
“An apple pie without cheese is like a kiss without a squeeze.”
If an apple pie is somehow the topic of conversation, you can rest assured that this phrase will come out of my mother’s mouth. Although, I admittedly can’t exactly remember eating an apple pie with cheese. (I’m curious what kind of cheese would make the best pairing with apple pie. Surely someone somewhere has experience with this, seeing as it is a coined phrase and all.)
Alas, this kiss was squeezeless. Or the apple pie was cheeseless. We did have ice cream and whipped cream, so the dairy factor was still there, if that counts for anything. Behold, the skillet of delicousness:We’re going to work backwards today, because I think that the end result of this skillet apple pie is too pretty to put at the end.
J was a significant kitchen participant this go-round. I’d like to say that I’m one of those moms who includes my kids in the kitchen on a regular basis. I hope to be able to say that one day… partially in order to spend more interactive, hands on time with the kids, and, uh, also hopefully to work myself out of kitchen duty. Unfortunately “regular basis” and “kitchen” aren’t often in the same sentence of my vernacular. Double unfortunately I just don’t always have the presence of mind to deal with myself and ingredients and hot things, let alone two little people. Then there’s the clean up of myself, ingredients, hot things, and two little people. But I’m working on it.
We loaded up with Giz and Poppa, and headed out to the farm. We sampled an apple straight off the tree, as well as some sparse blueberries and grapes. We were shown where the pecan tree was, and also this chestnut tree. I was amused by this as J had just recited a poem for school on Periscope that very morning, which began, “Under a spreading chestnut tree…”
Cheeks requested that I take a video.
Here is how the whole turkey feather came about. We found it under the apple tree just like this, with a little friend.
The apple picker deposited the apples into J’s basket, while Cheeks hunted those that had been knocked down and dropped.It may not have been exactly the same as my Michigan orchard days, but it was a great little unexpected time with the family. Everyone enjoyed themselves, and the day was just beautiful for a little romp on the rolling hills.
Our traditional pumpkin patch trip is yet to come I’m sure, but although the kids love it, I dread it. We all get sick EVERY time afterward due to the extreme bombardment of allergens. We shall be brave… and hopefully make more pie.