Wednesday, after dark, in the crush of grocery shopping before Thanksgiving. In the check-out line at Schnucks in Webster Groves. The kid who is bagging my groceries notices the four pounds of apples.
“Are you making apple pie?”
Then the cashier: “I have no idea how to make one.”
I start spouting off the recipe as taught by Mom and G-ma and Aunt Esther, and as still practiced by my sister Karen.
The cashier: “You have that written down somewhere?”
Yes, I do.
And here it is, both as printable PDF and as a pic: