Think of the 41 years of deprivation my husband has endured because he, one who eats dessert for breakfast, married one of the few people in the world who does not love nor make dessert unless company is coming and/or it’s either Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas or possibly New Year’s. Poor thing 😀 Over the years, he has been forced to satisfy his craving for home made sweets by making them himself (I do help with the recipes).
This year my husband’s apple tree was, unaccountably, overflowing with red, sweet apples. We shared plastic bags full of these apples with neighbors and one of the neighbors, Ann Lynch, kindly shared her homemade apple pie with my husband. Since then, he’s been moaning about making his own pie. Yesterday, I handed him an easy, straightforward, traditional apple pie recipe and, backed into a corner, he made his own pie. Objectively, I tasted a small bite and it was good; buttery, not too sweet and full of apples.