I don’t know exactly how old I was (10ish?), but I still remember standing at the kitchen counter trying to roll out my pie dough and my grandmother guiding me through this process that was proving to be so much more complicated than I had thought it would be. I’ve made an apple pie every Thanksgiving since.
In fact, every Thanksgiving I made the exact same recipe, an apple pie loaded with spices from the 18th century in Recipes from the Raleigh Tavern Bake Shop. It’s a unique recipe (the only reason I have mace in my spice cabinet), and it’s good, but I got tired of making it. More than that, I got tired of making a lattice top pie (pretty though they are) and wanted to try a crumb pie. So last year I made a new recipe and I wish I could remember where I got it because it was the worst apple pie I’ve ever made and I want to be sure that I never make it again. It’s funny because none of my family members remember it being that bad, but when I cut into it, all I really got were some soggy apples swimming in their juices. I mean, it was edible, but it was definitely nothing to be proud of. Continue reading