I gotta a new pie book in the mail and I LOVE IT! Immediately these Cheddar Rye Apple Hand Pies leaped out at me!
The world needs more pie, I think. Especially this week (and after last week) lol. Last year, I was in Chicago for work so I took a quick trip to Detroit to visit my brother who just moved there for a job. And while he was at work, I asked some of you for recommendations and the number one place you cute people told me to visit was Sister Pie. I was super excited. I jumped in his car (he lent me) and drove to Detroit. As I cruised around the city, I decided to drop in to Sister Pie.
The place is vibrant, warm and feels like a place that serves the community. Because I was so excited to be there AND because their case was jam-packed with baked goods, I ordered one of everything!
This is the time of year where Los Angeles weather is totally erratic. One day it’ll be 90 degrees and then two days later you’l need a sweater and some hot coffee to get your day started. By now, I know which one I get excited about.
I’m currently wearing a sweater so I feel like it’s appropriate to discuss this chai-spiced apple skillet cake with you all. I wanted to provide a recipe that is super easy. Something that you can throw together in a one, two steps max. This skillet cake is it!
This may be a total shocker to some of you, but in third grade I was not the cool girl.
Definitely not the cool girl. But I also wasn’t the weird girl, the girl that smelled nor the girl that was super jockey and athletic.
I was just way normal. Like really normal. Too normal for my own good. So I’m pretty sure I just kinda faded into the background…
The cool girls were the sprightly blond ones. Their hairs were always French braided. They wore a lot of pink. They were talkative and outgoing. The boys liked to punch them, in a good way (I think). And they had awesome packed lunches. (Read: Lunchables, Cheetos, Snack Packs.)
I was like, the antithesis of the situation you just read.
My dad thought it was a genius idea to buy me boys’ tennis shoes because he thought they were “designed” better. So yeah…I have him to thank for that. I was shy and quiet and observant. And my hair was frizzy and always sort of a mess. My mom, nor I, could French braid despite how many times we tried.
And my lunch…ugh…my lunch was always kind of lame. Think like, hummus, crudites and…arroz con pollo. Tell me! …how is a child supposed to be cool with yellow rice in their lunchbox?!?!
But now…I’m a totally different person. I know how to use a blow-dryer. My clothes are better. That lunch would actually make me excited. And I know how to do regular braids, French braids and fishtails. Yeah…I totally graduated to braiding pro status.
Despite who you were in third grade, everyone can braid this cheese danish. Everyone.
Saturday I celebrated one more year of being on this earth by learning the difference between Double Red Delicious, Standard Red Delicious, and Starkey Delicious.
And all I can remember is that they’re all delicious. Like really delicious.
I also learned that bees LOVE apples. Who knew!
It all started when I woke up bright and early and went to Los Rios Ranchos with a group of friends to get my apple pickin’ on. We picked apples, ate apples, contemplated paying a dollar to go through a corn maze, decided not too, then drank lots of beer and had a long lunch.
It convinced me that parts of being a grown-up are pretty dang fun.
And then when I got home with too many apples to stuff in my face, I realized I needed to put ’em to good use.
I decided that putting them in muffins, along with some apple cider, would be a pretty good idea.
I have a friend. His name is Ryan (see the gentleman below with the good form) and he hates cake. But looooves pie. So when he invited me to his birthday party, which promised three-legged races, sack in the hole and an egg and wooden spoon race, I figured it’d be nice to bake him a pie.
And since I spent the whole summer dreaming about some variety of Hand Pies, I thought this was the perfect opportunity. Hand Pies are basically the cuter, smaller version of bigger pies. They’re portable and perfect for things like fall picnics in the park…or eating in bed with one hand while typing with the other. Whatever.
Oh can we talk about something? It’s been bugging me for awhile…it’s about pie…
“Easy as pie” is probably the dumbest and most inaccurate idiom that exists. Because anyone that’s made a pie knows it’s the farthest thing from easy.
Eating it is totally easy, making it…not so much.
The thing that makes pie a little tough is the crust. That’s where the main source of stress comes from. Mainly because pie dough has a total attitude. It can be uncooperative, unpredictable and fickle.