Fresh Apple Pie

It's fall in Ireland. And that means that the leaves that were green when I arrived two and a half weeks ago are either a bright yellow or a dirt brown and they are starting to fall on the ground. The days are also getting damper, the morning dew lasts till about 9 am, when it becomes a drizzle. On a good day we get a  couple of hours of sunshine in the early afternoon. They are saying that we might get some snow as soon as October.
But I don't mind this weather. Compared to the bleak winters of Ohio, this is a piece of pie.

Speaking of pie, I made one this afternoon. Ask anyone who has ever picked apples from apple trees knows, apples are harvested in the fall. And while there are many uses for these apples (cider, crisps, alcohol, etc.) my favorite still remains apple pie. I harvested the apples from Kate's trees a couple of days ago, and today I took a couple of hours to peel, cut, and sugar some apples for the pie. It was an interesting experiece as for the first time in my life I made an apple pie without a specific recipe. This is because not only is Kate's recipe book collection lacking, but she doesn't seem to have any measuring utensils.

This morning I pulled on a pair of Wellies over my socks to keep my toes dry on my walk with Chica. And tonight, when I get back from an afternoon walk to Tintern Abbey with her, I expect to enjoy a slice of apple pie and ice cream. Hope the weather is fine wherever you are, and if it's not, then I hope that your taking proper advantage of the weather to bake something nice.