Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness.
Jane Austen
From the window I watched sparrows dance in the rain and then rest briefly on the garden love seat before resuming their birdtrot. All the while, singing. Raindrops caught what little sunlight there was and magnified it in their wobbly prisms.
It was a cool and rainy day. A perfect day for apple pie. We had bought the Cortland variety at the farmers' market last weekend. None of the names sounded familiar. Where are the apples of my youth? The Northern Spy or the Spartan? These are now termed 'heritage' apples. What a way to make a girl feel old!
The Cortlands remained firm after an hour in the oven. Firm is good, but these are a little too firm. Perhaps a full top crust would have produced better results. Under the blanket, cinnamon-infused steam could have softened the fruit. Further experimentation is definitely required. Stay tuned. ;-)
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