This should be the part where I post some schmarmy bit about Thanksgiving, family, warmth, and all that stuff. I will confine my reminiscing to pie. Suffice to say that -- against my better judgement -- I once more cracked open the c.1950s Betty Crocker cookbook and took a whack at getting that perfect recipe for apple pie right. You see, a long time ago -- I think it was junior year in high school -- I was a starving teenager like any other teenager. But my parents never really were big on keeping... read more
