I want to show you how to bake a pie. I’ve got step by step pictures. I’ve got instructions. I’ve got encouraging words. I’ll even hold your hand if you need me to. This isn’t anything to be scared of… but I do have a secret.
See, there’s a secret to making the best apple pie in the world. Love. Any way you can get it or give it, the secret to apple pie is love.
Love is a funny thing. (Ok, you should totally call me out- that’s just a silly thing to say.) While I don’t contend to be any sort of expert on the subject, I do take comfort in the knowledge that getting love, and giving love, without a doubt, the best feeling in the world.
I’d like to think of my apple pie as a pure and unadulterated delivery device for love.
You know how cupcakes are actually a delivery device for sweet and fluffy frosting? How cheeseburgers are just an excuse to go crazy with the french fries? How movie theater tortilla chips are merely edible spoons for gobs of fake yummy, cheesy nacho sauce? Well this apple pie, I cross my heart and hope to die, is just an excuse to pour all of my love right into a pie crust and into the oven.
It’s perfect. There isn’t a more perfect thing in the world… ok, except maybe babies and puppies and snowflakes and kate spade flats (but WHY so expensive kate!? $300, seriously!?)
I will warn you, this pie is a labor of love. It takes time. It takes commitment. It takes a personal outpouring of love and support. I’ll just say it now, there’s cutting and pressing, chilling, peeling, macerating, boiling, tossing, rolling, preheating, baking, slitting and slicing…. almost in that order.
If I haven’t yet scared you away. If you’re so full of love that you just might burst, throw it into this pie, and send it out into the world. It’s important.