12 October 2009
Apple Season
Two weeks ago, we took a large group expedition to the town of Saint-Joseph-du-Lac to pick apples.
All highways leading out of the city were crammed full of cars heading out to area orchards; as we drew within a mile of our exit, traffic slowed completely to a stop. Unsurprising, when there are 39 different orchards for the town’s 4,958 people.
Lots of food was eaten, cider was purchased, tandem juggling ensued, a great many apples were picked, and a good time was had by all. Pete left for California the next day, and the weather turned cold and rainy for the entire time he was gone.
I didn’t actually use any of the apples in the intervening time; paralyzed by indecision, I suppose. But I went ahead and made this slow-baked apple pie before Pete got back on Saturday. It forms a thick, almost apple sauce-like filling; it’s not too sweet, either, so it’s a great accompaniment to ice cream. I decided to try and improve the normally humble aesthetics of my baked goods by some leaf-shaped cutouts in the top. These are particularly necessary because this pie loses tons of liquid as it bakes, eventually leaving a puffed-up crust over the simmered-down middle.
There’s something about the configuration of the cutouts and the shadows beneath them, though, that makes this pie look almost menacing. Evil, even. Below is an artist’s rendering:

Variously known as Devil’s Pie, the Pie of Original Sin, and Applestopheles, it is nevertheless real tasty.



I’m glad you thought it looked scary, too, because I thought it had the makings of a jack-o-lantern. Applestopheles!
Tasty counts twice as much as pretty.
My fairly fair-looking apple pie of last month was short on taste.
I’d rather eat the scary yummy one!