Taylor talks about apple pie all the time... and I'm not exaggerating.
Not that she's ever had it or anything... but anytime she "prepares" food for us it's always apple pie. Delivered with such enthusiasm, it seems a shame to keep her in the dark any longer.
And as her "Mud-door" it's my responsibility to expose her to the art of making a mostly home-made apple pie.
My mom's got a killer recipe for the crust... and with our sparkly shoes (thanks for the hand-me-down Churchills!) we were ready to get started!
Stir, stir, stir.
Here's the bottom crust... and you'll notice we used canned apples for the filling...
But we added lots of yummy stuff like cinnamon and sugar and butter!
Taylor helped spread the flour for rolling out the crusts...
And then proceeded to lick so much flour off her hands that she didn't want dinner later.
Here's the finished product - before baking!
That's supposed to be an artistic touch of a turkey on top... really it's just a creative way to make vents in the top of the pie.
All done! Let's eat some pie!!
Throughout the process, Taylor took off her shoes and put on her "apron!"
And we ate apple pie for breakfast for a few days... shhh... our little secret.
