I truly do. I love the whole process of baking it, I love the smell as it cools on the counter, I love that first press of the side of the fork down on the shattering pastry. I love stopping in a cafe with a friend to share a slice that stains the plate with purple smears. I even like it more than cake.
This one is apple pie, the classic American dessert. I made it with freshly picked apples we got in Hood River this weekend at the Heirloom Apple Festival, put on by several orchards in the Hood River Valley. Yes, yes, I know fresh is better, local is better, but I was not prepared for the flavor of these apples in this pie. It sounds silly, but the first bite was a little shocking because the taste was so pure, so resoundingly apple. I used my favorite crust recipe, which I discovered last summer.



