I’ve heard an apple a day keeps the doctor away and the teacher at bay. Despite the overwhelming good apples can do for your health and education, they often get a bad rap. You know, the snake in the garden and all…
For me, apples mean fall and I love them. I can’t eat them, but I love them just the same. I’m one of the few people on earth who are allergic to apples. After just one bite, I want to stick my hand down my throat and scratch. I get an intense case of mouth, throat, and ear itchiness, but if the apple is cooked, I can eat it. Go figure. I can only eat cooked apples. No candy apples for me!
As soon as the morning air turns crisp and clear, I cannot resist buying or picking tons of apples. Every time I pass my kitchen counter, I want to reach out and grab and apple. I’d be thinner if I could eat my apples raw. I’ll just go ahead and say it. My allergies are making me fat!
Not really, but it sure feels good to pass the blame.
As you may know, I can’t make pies. Although I’ve ruined many a good recipe, I keep trying. I’ve given up on making my own crust though. I may be able to bake a loaf of bread, but I cannot roll out a pie crust. I’m a Pillsbury girl, and I am not ashamed to admit it.
Applaud me girls.
Saturday afternoon I decided to test the fates and try my luck at an apple pie. It was a bold move on my part, because the pie was going with me to my neighbor’s house for a cook-out. Thankfully I poisoned no-one. It was the best pie I ever made. I know that’s not saying much, but I choose to celebrate my small culinary steps.
I am linking this post to the Fall Festival blog party at This Blessed Nest. Go visit to see more things fall!
If you missed my post last week, and have an urge to see my somewhat lame fall decor, click HERE.
Have you embraced the change of season yet? Has there even been a change of season where you live?