In our house, there's only one baker. And it's not me. Baking just requires a level of precision and adherence to ratios and recipes that I'm simply not capable of. I always put a little extra of this or that in when I'm cooking. Do that when you're baking, and you could end up with a horrific result.
Nena, on the other hand, is quite a baker. It's one of the things that I fell in love with early in our relationship. Between my cooking (and hers as well) and her baking, we are a complete culinary set. She completes me. Cliche? Yes. But true.
And, after our trip to the Hudson Valley Saturday, we had a lot of apples laying around.
Above, you can see the delicious result of her work. I think this was her best crust yet. I say "was" because the pie is gone already, shared with friends and in my belly.
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Posted by: Jill | October 16, 2007 at 11:38 AM
this picture is cruel and unusual punishment for those of us woefully inept at the art of pie making. ;)
Posted by: Chris | October 16, 2007 at 11:43 AM
It's also cruel and unusual punishment for those of us stuck in an office miles away from the nearest pie.
I can almost smell the pie in that picture.
Posted by: Bill | October 16, 2007 at 12:07 PM
To quote 30 Rock, "Me want food!" (Specifically, Nena's apple pie)
Remind me to send you the recipe for the apple ring pancakes I made on Sunday. mmmmmm........
Posted by: Christine | October 16, 2007 at 03:29 PM
Mmmm, is that a homemade crust? Love apple pie.
Posted by: Nan Patience | October 16, 2007 at 04:16 PM
Damn, Nena's pie makes the one I so proudly featured on my blog recently look like I shaped the crust with my feet! It tasted good, though, so that's what counts. Right? Right?
Posted by: winebroad | October 17, 2007 at 01:22 AM