I told you things would be hoppin' in the kitchen last night, and they were. Elenka got busy and I HELPED, a bit. On the right, that's her pumpkin pecan and then the old reliable apple on the left. I peeled the apples for her, and that simple process brought me back. When Mom made her apple pies, she'd peel her large apples in one long consecutive strip from top to bottom. Sitting along side on a stool, I'd gobble ( sorry, I had to use that verb) the strip of apple skin, like it was a long string of spaghetti. The skin of the apple was my favorite part. Most of the time, the macintosh was her apple of choice for pies, but at least once she made a pie for just me with my favorite apple, the yellow delicious. I guess you could say, on at least this one occasion, I was the 'apple of her eye'. Bad pun! Over the next few days, I'm going to sample lots of pies. I might even find a mincemeat pie. Dad loved these. His oldest son did too. I'll be on a pie quest shortly!