Column: The Perfect Apple Pie

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Audrey Sharek

“The perfect apple pie” baked by Audrey Sharek.

Baking a pie crust is easy, flour, sugar, salt, butter, and water. That’s all there is to it. I rolled out 3/4ths of the dough and placed it skillfully on the tray. I then used my fingers to crimp it to the edges. 

Every year, my mom and I bake an apple pie together. I love apple pie. We’ve had this recipe perfected for years, and this year is no different. 

Next, you peel and slice honey crisp apples, making sure to wash them beforehand. Add these to the bowl, along with flour, sugar, and other tasteful ingredients to make the pie mouthwatering.

When I was young, I once baked an apple pie with one of my parents’ baker friends. She asked for help so my sister and I jumped up on the counter for the opportunity. But when she turned her back, I was munching away at the crust of the pie. 

I love this story, and we tell it every year. I can’t help it if the pie crust is tasty.

The next step is to pile all of your tasty apples into the crust, leaving no slice behind. To make the pie truly delicious, mix butter, brown sugar, white sugar, and flour. Sprinkle it over the top, then create a lattice with your extra pie crust. 

Baking a pie is symbolic. It means Thanksgiving is just around the corner. I love to bake with my mom. Every year, I get reminded of the time we spend together. No worries, no talk about work or school. All we have to worry about is following the recipe and having a good time.

I put the heavy pie into the oven. Apples were nice and crispy, mixed with a beautiful blend of cinnamon, sugar, and many other spices. The crust was flaky and just sweet enough to balance everything out. My arms reached under the heat, blaring on my face. I placed the pie on the first rack, making sure it’s close to the heat. 

Set the alarm and in 45 minutes it will be ready.

It may seem like a regular apple pie to anyone, but to me, it reminds me of the happiness I feel when baking. Making something with my own two hands, and then being able to share that creation with others. Family and friends get to enjoy my apple pie, handcrafted with love and care.