This was no regular Apple pie. This was the best confectionary delight my mouth has ever experienced. Homemade in every sense of the word.
Thinly slices apples simmered in a syrupy sweet cinnamon lake of perfection, tucked into a flaky and delightfully browned crust, and topped with crumbled bits of insanely delicious crumbly crumbliness.
(Yeah I know, that’s not an actual thing. whatever)
I came across this pie made by these two lovely ladies at at a Christmas party and after having a tantrum over how delicious my first two pieces were, embarrassingly snuck three pieces into tupperware like a crack addict and smuggled them home with me. I rationed out 3-5 bites per day until only one bite remained. Let me tell you I agonized over that one last bite for about 3 minutes.
Yeah……. I already know.