One of my many trades is baking. I love to bake: Bread, pie, cake, tarts, you name it! I bake an apple pie most years for Thanksgiving, but this year someone else was bringing the apple pie to our gathering, so I was asked to make a blueberry pie and “something else.” I chose Buttermilk pie.

Both were hits! most of the folks at Thanksgiving had never had a Buttermilk pie and there was not a crumb of either left. I really only bake for folks I love and to have it appreciated makes my little heart go pitter-patter.

Now, I am going to have an apple pie for thanksgiving and I had my doubts about the pie that was randomly promised. Was the crust going to be homemade? Would they use Crisco or Lard or some BS margarine?! What kind of apples would be in it….? Now I am not a complete ass. I didn’t bake an apple pie and bring it anyway. No… I baked an apple pie and left it at home for us to eat with turkey, stuffing, and ham leftovers.

Because I have this pie problem, I also have a pie basket made by a sweet amish woman that signed the bottom. It holds two pies nice and snug. I may have a problem…