Apple Pie

I made an apple pie last night. It was the second apple pie that I've ever made (here's the first). Baking an apple pie gives you a high quite similar to the kind of high you might get from an illegal drug. (I say might, because I wouldn't know). It is so satisfying. I can't quite explain. It wasn't even that hard, so I'm not sure why it was so gratifying. I follow the Barefoot Contessa's recipe for the filling and crust. The apples came from our visit to the Anderson Orchard, of course. Ken and Beau, I wish you could be here to have a slice!