The Case Of The Apple Pie

Sadly I have to admit that I have never in my life attempted to make an apple pie.  This year I said we will go to the apple orchid pick apples, and make a pie for it.  Well we sadly never made it to the actual apple picking part... We did however find some local apples at the store and decided to attempt to make this pie.

The reason I have never attempted or even cared to make one is, well cooked fruit besides berries, just really seems kind of gross.  I never had the nerve to even try it because it just didn't look  appealing, so much so a bunch of my girlfriends use to make fun of me for it.  I never really ate dessert at social gatherings when cooked apples, peaches, fruit whatever was present.  Now I really wished that I tasted Tina's apple pie.  I have a regret, and now as she moved far far away I will probably never have the chance.

Anyways back to the story, I decided that the kids and I will make a fun experience out of it, and make it together.  So I measured out all the ingredients, got everything started so they would just have to toss everything in, mix stir, roll out the dough and have fun.

At first I was a little sad that it all fell right in Hayleigh's nap time [she needs this nap], so she was going to miss the fun.  Sadly about 10 minutes into the process, I thanked God that he knew too well that I would never be able to contain both of them, and it would turn into a major disaster.

After about 10 minutes I had to take so many deep breaths that I was scared I might hyperventilate, I am kind of a control freak and have sever OCD when it comes to clean and tide [I am ok with  it], is unleashing Ian in the kitchen, besides for cookie baking, is a giant step for me.  I had to tell him several times to stop licking the rolling pin, and to rewash his hands, and to just wait so we could read the recipe, all the while taking enormous breaths. By the end we looked like we made it out of a war zone, flour and dough everywhere - in hair, on faces, on clothes, on the floor.

Nevertheless, I think Ian had fun, it was special to do something fun and while Hayleigh slept, some one on one time, were we laughed and created something together.  Sometimes it is hard to find that time, when life, and responsibilities calls.  So even though the pie sucked, we had fun together.

I love this little guy so much, sometimes I can understand how he can make me be so mad and loving at the same time.  I am grateful for the opportunity to stay home with him, to raise him, to teach him, and to just love him unconditionally.

I love hearing him repeat the instructions, jabbering along, and making conversation.  It made me ease up a little, not be so uptight.  I am hoping to find more, time for these little moments in the cold winter months.

Back to the pie.  So I did taste it, and to my disappointment, it really was not that good.  I think we need to try a different recipe.  This is where I wish I tasted Tina's at least I will know what it is suppose to be like.  One day we will make an amazing apple pie, and maybe win a pie competition, who knows, we might have a pretty bright future before us.

I can't believe it will be Thanksgiving in a week, I am so excited.  I have to so much to be thankful for, it makes me giddy and emotional at the same time.

Happy pre-thanksgiving week.