Yummy Pie

Yesterday we went Apple picking.
We drove as a family to Natick.
To A farm that has been a farm since before this country has been a country.

We went by magical train ride to pick apples as a family.
We picked some, we ate some, we played in the playground.

After we got home the children ate some more apples.
Some apples Grace set aside to make a pie with.
She researched online how to do it.
She set aside time to do it while I bathed the children.

She added delicious ingredients like walnuts and goat cheese.

It baked in the toaster oven filling the house with it's wonderful smells.

Homemade, American Apple pie.

I didn't eat any fresh out of the oven because I had brushed my teeth.

But this morning we ate it for breakfast.

That pie is the best pie of it's type, that I have ever tasted.

Pie is about love and family and togetherness.

It is about something that tastes good and is sweet and fills you up not just with cheap imitations of ingredients, but with wholesome ingredients you picked as a family and with a filling feeling that sticks to your ribs.

It's good. It's yummy. It's American.

It's American as Apple Pie.