When I was a kid I used to go to my Godparent's house for a least a week every summer. They lived in a small town in Central California where there was not much to do so many of my summers there were spent watching my God Sister Lisa make the most amazing pies .She is one of those people that has an unexplainable ease about her in the kitchen. She was such a natural at such a young age. I clearly remember my sister and I would just sit in their little 1930's yellow and black tiled kitchen and watch her in complete awe. When I make pies I always have a good feeling because it reminds me of those simple times.
I am posting my best attempt at replication of Lisa's Apple Pie. It has been said that there is nothing more American than Apple Pie, but something tells me (after living in Europe for awhile) its origins derive from someplace else.
The apples for this pie came from a neighbor's apple tree, so I guess my American Apple Pie is actually part Swedish. I decided to challenge myself and braid the edge of the pie crust. There is a great article on how to do this at Martha Stewart .com. After I completed the rim this pie really made me think of Lisa because of the long, thick French braid she always wore as a kid. Even though I am across the world from many of my loved ones I try to keep their memory close to me. I make them part of my life even though I am in this kitchen all alone.
