PIE!

Last weekend, my dad got this bright idea to make homemade apple pies. I've been told all my life that he makes a wicked homemade pie crust, but this was the first time I'd ever witnessed him in all his baking glory. Little did we know, the whole ordeal would end up taking much longer than we thought it would (primarily due to a severe lack of preparation). I did enjoy being able to help a little, and here's a rundown of the day:

Step one: Take Peyton along to pick out good apples.
Step two: Peel the apples.
Step three: Frantically search for all the necessary ingredients.
Step four: Mix the pie crust ingredients.
Step five: Bitch because we don't have the proper utensils.
Step six: Roll out the dough.
Step seven: Put all ingredients in the pie dish.
Step eight: Put top crust on the pie.
Step nine: Bitch because we don't have enough crust to cover the pie.
Step ten: Bake pie for an hour.
Step eleven: Repeat.
Step twelve: Actually remember to put sugar in the next pie. :)
Step thirteen: Devour the pie along with ice cream.

Okay, so there were a few minor glitches along the way (i.e. the apples took forever to peel; we had like zero of the necessary ingredients to start out with; the rolling pin handle wouldn't turn; the dough often fell apart; there wasn't enough dough; and we forgot to add sugar in two of the three pies). All in all, it was a long day, but the pies tasted damn good and it was quite the test of patience for everyone involved!

Enjoying the fruits of our labor.