So here is my first entry in the “I am a middle aged woman” themed blogs.  This is also probably the most personal blog I have ever posted.  I have a few other ideas, so they pop up on here sometime in the future.  But this one will deal with the making of an apple pie… I’ll explain.

I love apple pie.  Ever since I was a kid, apple pie has been one of my favorite things in the world.  Growing up in a small town, living on a property with an apple orchard, and being surrounded by apples, I’ve been pretty spoiled in the apple pie department.  If you would have been one of my friends when I was a little kid and you were invited to my birthday party, you would not have been served cake, but as still true to this day, I prefer pie.

In the small Oregon town where I grew up, we lived next to a wonderful old couple.  I’ll call them Grandpa P and Grandma P on here.  They were some of the sweetest people I’ve ever met in my life, and for some reason Grandma P loved me.  She once promised that every year she would make me an apple pie for my birthday.  The catch was I had to pick the apples from the orchard.  Well let me tell you, I don’t know if its just the love and care I felt in Grandma P’s apple pies, but I assure you… they were the best pies in the world.

Years later, my family and I moved to Washington.  I would still see Grandpa and Grandma P fairly often because they lived next door to my grandparents who we visited often.  As I got older and visited Oregon less frequently, and as Grandma P got older, it became too complicated to try and get a birthday pie every year.  But even when I visited her in her old age, I could tell she still felt bad that she was years behind on her pie making.  What a sweetheart.  :)

Anyways, I’ve spent hours searching the city of Seattle for a good fresh piece of apple pie.  Months have gone by and it seems apple pies have almost become a thing of American history.  The only pies I could find were Denny’s and McDonalds… and those don’t count even count as pies!  I wanted a good classic piece of hot, fresh apple pie.  So after months of searching with with nothing more than depressing results, my wonderful girlfriend insisted that we make our own apple pies.  So here you go… here is a brief photographic journey of our pie making.

My pies were delicious, but I am still looking for a piece of perfect apple pie to fill the void in my heart.  If your city has awesome apple pie… hit me up.   Let me know!  @andyprovidence