Gawd, that apple tree in the backyard is out of control ... it's not a big tree, and I am grateful for that, because I already don't know what to do with all these Granny Smiths.
Apple pie today. I picked a bucketful of apples, picked out the best, prettiest, unblemished ones, and set a bowlful on Holly's porch. Peeled and sliced the ones that had blemishes or worm damage, poured a little lemon juice over them so the slices wouldn't turn brown. Opened the grappa that Holly and Sean had brought me from Tuscany this summer, and soaked a cupful of raisins in grappa, and mixed those in with the apple slices.
Alright, now for the pie crust ... I like my German recipe best, but it's in grams rather than cups. Thank God for the Internet and the online kitchen conversion tools so I knew I needed:
1 1/4 cups flour (150 grams)
1/4 cup sugar (50 grams)
1 egg yolk
1 stick of butter (100 grams)
I put the flour in the big mixing bowl, added the sugar and the egg yolk. Cut the cold butter into little pieces right into the bowl, and kneaded the whole mixture into a smooth ball of dough. (I find kneading buttery dough in my bare hands very satisfying.)
And now I get to blog this while the dough rests in the fridge for a half hour.
I'll let you know later how my pie turned out.