Fall is my favorite time of year. I hear lots of people exclaim this same comment. I always listen to them and wonder to myself if they really know what a change in season is. Yes, here in Virginia there is a change in season, but it's really nothing like my real home.
As my followers know, I'm originally from Vermont. There the seasons are extreme; each having great beauty! The Spring is probably the hardest season. The ground stays cold for what seems forever and then the ground warms up to make mud season! But adventually, real Spring appears with flowers peaking through the ground with life, greening up. Summer is hot, but everything stays emerald green like the mountains. Winter is just a winter wonderland. It's part of the lifestyle and you can't be in a hurry when there is a light flurry or dusting of snow covering the ground. But Fall, Fall is the sensorial season. You see the colorful leaves, the trees are loaded with pinks, reds, yellow, and orange. The apples are ready for harvest. The tourist buy the maple syrup, apples and apple cider, pumpkins, and whatever Vermont Goods they can find. It's a life of it's own there, and I miss it.
When I get homesick I always cook. I'll cook something I was either brought up on, or something that I just know my Dad would be making right about this same time. Last weekend this just happened to be an Apple and Pear Pie for me. Dad made this probably last year, but whenever it was, I remember him describing it to me on the phone and how good it sounded to me.
So I Googled the Internet in search of this pie recipe and found this one:
I used this recipe for both the crust and the filling. However I did not use the ground anise seed. I later thought about cinnamon. After all, I don't think I've ever had an apple pie without cinnamon. But I left this out and sprinkled some cinnamon and sugar on the crust instead. The crust was flaky and easy to work with. The pie was awesome and really hit the spot! I served it with a little vanilla ice cream- warm!
Oh! And I can't forget that youngest said a funny when I went to cut the pie. She looked up at the table with the cooling pie and went running away into the living room saying,"No Mom, No!"
I was like, "Youngest? What's the matter?"
She said, "No Mom! Don't cut the Turtle!!!"
So Oldest looked at the pie and said, "No, that's not a turtle, that's a pie."
So I cut in and murdered the Turtle/Apple-Pear Pie.
Everyone thought it was delicious! You now also know, that the pie had a beautiful, tall, crust like a turtle's shell.
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