I have been forbidden to apologize for anything at the Pie Day celebration. Every time I say, “I’m sorry,” in fact, I have to buy my friend a book. That’s the deal.
So…since I am *maybe* a little neurotic and feel the need to compulsively explain the imperfections of my baked goods, I figure I’ll get it out of my system here and do all of it ahead of time.
The first pies? Apple. And, boy, were there a lot of them. My aunt’s recipe calls for three to four apples per pie…but that would have meant upwards of 15 apples…and I was already spending a lot of money on this venture, etc., etc., so I decided to see if I could get away with a few less. Not *totally* skimping, but, you know, perhaps not going completely overboard either. Besides, my apple pies are always HUGE and they leak and it’s a giant mess. Maybe fewer apples would take care of it?
The recipe also calls for 2 cups of sugar…which always seems like a TON, but the pies are never overly sweet. (Although my aunt eats them with cheese to cut down on the sweetness…) However, with fewer apples, 1 cup of sugar pretty much drowned the first layer…and I was afraid another whole cup would yield a sickeningly sweet pie without enough super-tart Granny Smiths to counter it…so I ended up cutting back. A smart move? Who knows. I can’t actually try any of them yet. But I’ll certainly keep you posted.
I also let the crust get too brown on some of them. (They’re supposed to bake at 425 for an hour to an hour and a half…and at an hour, they were probably okay…although light. And so I maybe did one 10-minute interval too long thereafter…) And one of my Ls is leaning precariously in the L-shaped hole in the crust. It’s not as cute as it could be.
I’m also not really sure how to store these suckers. I’m afraid they’re going to be horribly stale by Friday. I have wrapped them up the best I can…but by the end of the day, I will likely have run out of space to store all these damn pies. I live in a studio. Quelle disastre!
And…perhaps the most shocking development of all…a certain Neal Boulton found me on Twitter and commented about food blogging and we got to chatting and now he’s slated to make an appearance at Pie Day. I even offered to make him his favorite pie (apple — like many a good American)…but then he sort of waffled about coming and I’m not sure how badly I want to bake an *additional* pie for someone who may or may not be there. So, Mr. Boulton — it’s your move.
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