Yesterday. An utterly useless day till about 5.30pm when I crawled out of bed, washed my hair and put some clothes on. Whatever my cold is, it's a happy houseguest and has no intention of leaving soon. Wheeze. The most productive thing I did all day was help distribute 100 saffron crocus that Friend Frank had left over. Now they're being re-homed in Brooklyn and Maine.
At 7pm I thought that apple pie was a good idea. So I made one. A bag of local McIntosh apples had been lurking in the crisper drawer. I used them.
Don't use McIntosh apples for your pie. You put them to steam and the next thing, poof! - you have a collapsed cloud of apple sitting there. For this pie you need apples that maintain their integrity under light duress.
Still. I scraped them up and into the pastry and added some raisins to cheer myself up.
This is our classic family recipe, oft repeated, and the nicest pie I know. The pastry needs no resting and is quite forgiving. If you need pie today, the recipe is over at 66 Square Feet (the Food) - where it has been for about three years.
Just use the right apples. Jonagold, Gala, Granny Smiths, Fuji, Pink Lady, Honey Crisp...