What is it about apple pie that is so soothing and comforting?
After a lovely night out we came home to take out the dog and I to start an apple pie for baking in the morning.
Standing in the comfort of my cozy (ie; small) kitchen peeling and slicing apples, occasionally sneaking bits to the dog, I felt content. Thinking of my mother who slipped me pieces of apple before gently placing them in the pie crust waiting to cradle them, wishing for the crisp cool November days back east and the smell of apples baking in a warm oven.
I know I will have sweet dreams tonight.
I know I have it good.
More story blogs with pictures, please. <3 Something about this made me want to make apple pie more than a delicious-looking photo ever could have.
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