The kids and I made an apple pie together this week with the apples picked from our trees here at the farm. They (and me) had a blast. Eli kept trying to taste everything. Sneaky boy.
Here is our winning recipe:
Sour Cream Apple Pie
Filling:
6-8 apples
1 1/4 cps sugar
2 Tbsp flour
2 tsp vanilla
2 eggs
1/4 tsp salt
2/3 cp sour cream
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1 9" unbaked pie shell
Topping:
1/2 cp sugar
1/3 cp flour
1 tsp cinnamon
4 tbsp butter
1/2 cp chopped pecans
Fill unbaked pie shell 3/4 full with sliced apples.
Combine sugar, flour, vanilla, eggs, salt, sour cream and cinnamon and pour over apples.
Bake at 350 for 45-50 minutes.
Prepare topping by mixing all ingredients together. Remove pie from oven and sprinkle over all.
Return to oven and back another 15 minutes.
Seriously, so (so) good. Even better shared with a cup of coffee. And a good thunderstorm outside.
I am ready for fall (if you couldn't tell). Ready for hoodies and hot chocolate and no more bug bites. Alas, fall doesn't really come here in North Carolina until late October. Patience.
Another first for Eli this week was the discovery of play doh. He is not real good at pretend play (yet)...but his brother and sister made sure to show him what you do with play doh. Mostly make a big giant mess that has me second guessing why I ever thought it was a good idea in the first place.
Ella made me breakfast and showed how well she knows her momma: scrambled eggs and coffee.
Eli was not sad or scared as you might think by looking at his face. No. He was singing. With all his heart and all his emotions backed up behind that voice. I'm telling you, the boy has a dramatic side. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't end up in country music.
And I''m cutting it short today in order to write out an adoption two month update for tomorrow because this weekend marks two months since we brought our Eli home. Two months. Wow.
Craziness.
Happy Thursday!
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Jesus follower. After that I'm happily married, mom to four, homeschooler, traveler, photographer, and never one to turn down a good cup of coffee.
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2 comments:
Ahhh...play-doh. Almost never a good idea in this house unless Daddy orchestrates it (and is therefore willing to clean it up!). :)
love the singing face, eli!
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