Fall Means It’s Time For Apple Pie

Last fall, my sweet children took us to Vermont to the Trapp Family Lodge for my birthday. I am a Sound of Music addict, so you can imagine my delight when they announced the plans. The views were breathtaking from the mountains, and there were pumpkins everywhere.

My birthday dinner was at a lovely restaurant that was a converted farmhouse. The setting was gorgeous, and the evening was perfect—candlelight and all. My two precious grandchildren were marvelous at a longer-than-usual supper.

One of the most fun things happened quite by accident. We were having a casual lunch at an outside café when my grandchildren, Hays and Amelia, spotted the apple trees. Several had fallen to the ground, and they began to gather them and bring them back to the table where we were seated. They were so excited to see trees apples with apples hanging from them and to shake the branches while apples fell. As they gathered, the owner came out and, to my delight, she insisted that they keep them.

When we returned to the condo where we were staying, we decided we would make an apple cobbler, but we had very little to work with in the kitchen. So we sat down and peeled the apples, chopped them up, and filled a glass Pyrex bowl. Then we scooped sugar onto them along with butter, cinnamon, and Bisquick batter for the crust. Into the oven it went and baked for about an hour.

Out from the oven came the most delicious cobbler ever! Hays and Amelia were just delighted, and we all gathered around the fire and enjoyed our creation. I think those little hands helping made the pie delicious. From gathering apples to eating the cobbler, my little ones got to see how apple pies are made.

As the warm days of summer give way to cool, crisp days, I long for the beautiful foliage of fall. Autumn heightens my senses and makes me appreciate the beauty of the world we live in.

It’s time for an apple pie, isn’t it?