On Monday my lovely friend Daphne paid me a visit. She’s just graduated from university and is going home for the summer, so it will be the last we’ll see of each other for a little while. In honor of Earth day we decided to make some homemade pies. The original plan was to bake a smorgasbord of pies for a five course meal, but in the spirit of conservation we decided to make just one apple pie and one pizza pie.
After some searching around I found what sounded like the most delicious apple pie ever, Whiskey Apple Pie, and we just happened to have a mickey of Jameson lying around so it was fate. I used this recipe for the pie and this one for the crust, as we ended up having a lot less butter than the other recipe called for, but of course this southern lady had some shortening in the cupboard.

Sorry for this not so great photo. The sun was setting and I am still learning low light photography.
The filling recipe was so good, only it really didn’t have a whiskey flavor. Even after we doubled the amount of whiskey. Whoa, we’re so crazy. It was a little disappointing, but seriously, we had homemade apple pie so it really wasn’t that disappointing. I mean, come on, who can be sad when there is apple pie in the room?
The next time I bake this I will try soaking the fruit filling in the whiskey over night as I am sure that will really infuse the apples with that rich whiskey flavor I crave. Until then, apple pie is bomb and I wish I could eat it every day for every meal I love it that much. So good.
Happy Earthday!
Do you do a lot of baking? Ever bake pies? I’d love to hear your pie stories.


















































I’ve been thinking a lot about Sandy, the hurricane. Frankly, hurricanes scare me to death and are right up there with my fear of tornadoes. I remember the tornado drills back in elementary school, huddling in the hall on our knees, our noses just about touching the floor, and our hands tucked over our heads. The teachers would pace back and forth hushing us into quiet, trembling, molehills against the cold concrete walls; while we waited for the storm to pass.





