An Apple Pie A Day Is Like An Apple a Day

If only I could have a slice of Sandi's apple pie a day.......

Our friend Jody has decided to retire and move to Arizona soon, currently, she is house-sitting for her friends, the Carapellotti's. She invited us to visit so she could learn how to make what she calls Sandi's famous apple pie. Sandi came prepared with her very own rolling pin, pan, etc. Jody supplied the apples. The plan was to make 2 pies but later discovered we didn't have enough apples so I was elected to make a run to Trader Joes' to get more apples. While I was gone, they rolled the dough that Sandi had prepared before coming and started peeling the apples which they put on a gadget that sliced them. Jody mixed the ingredients for the apples and put them in the pan at which point the 2nd crust was placed on top. Sandi rubbed a little milk over the top and then added what she thought was sugar which turned out to be the French salt. Not to worry, Jody and I thought that would be good in addition to the sugar. The pie was popped into a convection oven for half an hour, it looked wonderful.

While the pie was resting. The three of us took advantage of the sun which started to peak out. It was a beautiful day and the beautiful pool looked inviting so we all put on our bathing suits and laid under the cancerous California sun! There are no pictures of us, bathing beauties; that's left to your imagination.

When we were done soaking up some sun, Jody cooked a cauliflower crust pizza she got from Trader Joe's. She added a bunch of stuff and made it truly edible. She also made a salad which was very good. At the end of our meal, we were ready for the apple pie. If only you could taste this wonderful pie with some ice cream, you would beg to be Sandi's best friend. The pie is to die for! The salt mistake turned out to be a blessing in disguise and it was decided in the future the same mistake should be repeated.

When all was done and nothing else to eat, it was time to bid Jody goodbye and leave this beautiful home which reminded us all of lounging in an Italian villa! Sandi and I hated to leave but like the saying goes: "All good things come to an end".