"What's your favorite..."

Last Saturday I went to Donegal Town down in the Republic of Ireland for a day with some other Magee students.

We were cute. Though none of us knew each other well, we made quite a nice grouping: two Irish, two French and two Americans.

We spent the entire day wandering around the little town. We saw the old graveyard that was also a very old abbey which had once been overtaken and used as a military outpost, as are many religious spaces here. We walked (the wrong direction at first) about 2 miles to get to a place called The Craft Village. It's an outpost for handcrafting artists to maintain a shop and keep a living.

We had two great meals: lunch at a teahouse and scones and Irish Coffee at a Pub. Because none of us knew each other that well, I contributed to conversation around the meals by asking people about themselves. Sometimes this took the form of "What's your favorite..." Apparently the others thought this was funny and they started in; "What's your favorite game? Whats your favorite color?" They laughed in good fun and looked at me for a response. I proceeded to make everyone answer the questions.

In a final attempt to joke about the "favorites" questions, the French boy, Max, asked, "What's your favorite smell." Everyone laughed. When the small chorus died down, I said, "But wait! You have to let me answer." Silence. "The smell of my mom's apple pie."

The Ultimate Comfort Food

Fall is here. The first few crisp weather mornings have passed us by here in Tennessee (better late than never) and I have an overwhelming desire to make mom's apple pie. There's something you need to know about me...I have two comfort foods that that clung to me since childhood that I turn to in times of nostalgia  and...well...just plain gluttonous indulgence. Those two foods are:

1. Grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato or potato soup
2. Mom's apple pie a la mode

I have so many memories of coming home during the autumn/winter months with the deliciously warm and inviting smells of this apple pie wafting throughout the house. It's one of those smells that makes you salivate the second it hits your nose. It's one of those smells that reminds you that Christmas filled with family, presents, snow, and no school is just around the corner. It's one of those smells that puts me home.

My first attempt at baking this pie (including the crust) was an ugly site. It was our first fall as a married couple and we had about a 1 foot square countertop available for preparation in our tiny apartment kitchen. The entire process to bake these two pies took approximately 4.5 hours. I think 2.5 were on trying to get the crust to be just the right moisture to roll and not break, but not overly moist so it becomes tough. It's a very delicate balance that one could easily mess up, but the reward is oh-so worth it.

Here's the recipe in the words of my mother. Try not to freak out by the amount of butter/crisco it calls for. Again. it's worth it.

Mom's Apple Pie
Filling

• 6-8 apples, pared, cored and thinly sliced
• 1 cup of sugar
• 2 Tablespoons flour
• 1 teaspoon cinnamon (or a tad more)
• dash nutmeg (and a wee dash of cloves if you have it)
• wee dash of salt
• 1 Tablespoon lemon juice
• Stick of butter - to be added at the end.

Slice apples, sprinkle with lemon juice. Pour sugar, spices over top and mix. Set aside while you make the crust. (Once apples are in the pan, slice the stick of butter over top.)

Pastry Crust (makes one pie -top and bottom crust) 

• 2 slightly generous cups of flour (mounded)
• 1 teaspoon salt
• generous 2/3 cup shortening (cold - I keep mine in the fridge)
• bowl of ice water

Put ice in a bowl of water and set aside.

Put the flour in a medium sized bowl and put the salt on top then use the pastry blender to mix it in.

Take about half of the generous (heaped up) 2/3 cup of cold shortening and use the pastry blender to cut the shortening into the flour until it is small granules (like grits or cornmeal) then add the remaining cold shortening and cut into the flour until there are pieces left that are about the size of peas. (These melt between layers of flour as the pie bakes and makes it flaky.)

Sprinkle the ice water over the flour/shortening mix and then use a fork to sort of toss/stir. You kind of push it to the side as it get moistened. Continue adding water to the more floury parts and gently toss/stir until the dough can be formed into two balls.

On a floured surface (countertop) place one ball and press it down by hand to form a flat circle. Then use the rolling pin to roll from center out until it is large enough to cover the pan.

Use a flat spatula to gently unstick it and fold it over in half then unstick the other half and lift it into the crust.

Roll out the other half of the crust and let it sit on the counter while you put the apples in the pan. They will have juice to pour over the top by now.

Then - and this is IMPORTANT - I have forgotten many times - cut up a stick of butter on top of the apples before you put the top crust in place.

Use a knife handle to make the scalloped edges (or thumb and pointer and pinch it). Or seal with a fork and then use a knife to cut the excess off.

Bake at 400° for 50 - 60 minutes. Sometimes I put foil around the outside edge of the crust, but not always. The crust may get too brown if you don't, but I usually don't.

Change (first post in about eight years)

Change.

For most people this word incites mild panic and excessive perspiration.

Stutters develop and the most level minded adults become

severely tongue tied.

I'm just about the opposite.

Change is a new beginning in my book.

Most of my yesterdays are not quite what I had planed

and if there's a soul on the planet who wouldn't say the

same, just I'd like to read their book.

New things bring new first tries.

And the up side to any first try is the security of excuses.

"Oh, beginners luck." or "Rome wasn't built in a day"

Either way you have an out.

You fail, that's ok, it was your first time up to bat.

You succeed and you aren't necessarily required to repeat that performance.

Easy.

Change is the ADD kids best friend.

I'm not ADD but sometimes I think my dreams are.

One day I will be an actress, and the next a writer.

I will be a volleyball star, then I will be a marathon runner.

It's not a bad thing to try new things, but does it mean anything

if instead of winning the '12 seasons of greatness' award at your

school, you've been offered the '12 Sports Attempted' prize?

Some call it running away,

Others call in branching out.

I'm not sure where I fall, but I do

truely enjoy frequent change in my life.

I would do a little experiment to test if change

has positive of negative effects on my life, but

Things would probably change too soon for me to really tell.