The recipe I make every fall without fail. The secret is in the crust — and I'm finally sharing it.
Every fall, without fail, I make this pie. It's the one my mother made, and her mother before her. The recipe has been adjusted over the years — a little more butter here, a touch of cinnamon there — but the spirit of it is unchanged.
The secret, as with most great pies, is the crust.
I know some bakers swear by lard or shortening for flakiness. I've tried them all. I always come back to butter — for the flavor, for the color, for the way it smells when it bakes. Here's my recipe:
The key is keeping everything cold. Cold butter, ice water, cold hands if you can manage it. Work quickly and stop mixing the moment the dough comes together — overworked crust is tough crust. Divide into two discs, wrap in plastic, and refrigerate for at least an hour.
Peel, core, and slice the apples about ¼ inch thick. Toss with the sugar, flour, spices, and lemon juice. Let sit for 15 minutes — the apples will release some juice, which is exactly what you want.
Roll out the bottom crust and fit it into a 9-inch pie dish. Add the filling, dot with butter, then add the top crust. Crimp the edges, cut a few vents, and brush with an egg wash (one egg beaten with a tablespoon of cream) for that beautiful golden color.
Bake at 425°F for 20 minutes, then reduce to 375°F and bake for another 35 to 40 minutes until the crust is deeply golden and the filling is bubbling through the vents.
Cool for at least 2 hours before slicing. Serve with good vanilla ice cream or a dollop of fresh whipped cream. This is fall in a dish.
Christine
Farmer, baker, chicken keeper, and writer. Living the simple life on the edge of a lake. Read my story →
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