Back on the pie crust train. We had a bag of 'utility' Macouns on the counter and a butter/margarine crust ready to go. And go we did.
I actually took this pie down to Libby and Rob's, re-living the time when my wonderful testers lived right here in-house. Full of butter, apples, vietnamese cinnamon, and not much else (ok, ok, I threw in a pear), this was pie at its purest.
The next evening, Rob, who hadn't been there for dinner, put it to me thus:
"I was reading my horoscope, and it said I would be finding a new love and beginning a new relationship. And I now know that it was true--your pie."