I Just Keep Pie-ling It On

Who knew a pie crust recipe could change my life?

This afternoon, Roger ran the peeler/slicer/corer for "thank you pies" for the lady who gave us all the apples.

Then, Anna and Mary insisted on doing enough more apples to make a pie for US.

I used up all the pie crust I had put in the freezer the other day and I ended up with this:
Which we ate after dinner.

And I made these:
Which are unbaked, frozen pies for the apple lady.

But the really important part...

Roger said the apple pie may have been the BEST HE'S EVER EATEN.

Y'all, Roger grew up in the South. I have learned, since marrying him, to make great fried chicken and mashed potatoes with the skins on and all manner of other yummy Southern food. But I've never, in fourteen and a half years, been able to get the pie right.

All I can say is,
"Whoo-hoo!"

Thanks again, Amy!!

(Oh, and I have resigned myself to the fact that pie is now part of my life... and I may some day weigh 300 pounds... but what a way to get there!)