Apple pies are synonymous with domesticity: both here and across the pond, the image of an apple pie, fresh from the oven, possibly cooling on a windowsill, speaks of family, and of homeliness. While they’re not difficult to make, they take time and care, and the making of one is an act of love. Perhaps that’s why they are such a simple and clear shorthand for comfort.
A proper apple pie is just as good hot as it is cold: it is both the perfect end to a Sunday lunch, submerged under custard, and the most delightful bowl of leftovers
A proper apple pie is just as good hot as it is cold: it is both the perfect end to a Sunday lunch, submerged under custard, or with a rapidly melting baseball of ice cream perched atop, and the most delightful bowl of leftovers, cold, and the good kind of stodgy, with squirty cream from a can.
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