Stick me with apples and my Mom's New Settlement Cookbook, (the one so well-used that the spine has peeled away and the cover has fallen off, the one with the water stains, the one that also teaches you how to set the table), and I manage the only thing I can bake, apple pie for Thanksgiving dinner with my aunts and uncles and cousins.
Thank you that everyone who was there last year is still here.
Thank you for good company while I bake:
The crust is never even, I never flute the edges as artfully as I think I should. Food bloggers would cringe-it's never exactly magazine worthy. Like actual life. But it'll do fine.
(The best baker I know-right here)
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.