Chapple Pie

Chapple pie has returned to the house on Hamilton Street. In this strange summer, so cool, despite a few days of triple digits here and there, it feels like fall today and so right for chapple pie.

The apples came from David and Kevin’s Sebastopol Haven. Homegrown and delicious they were peeled, cut and tossed into a bath of caramel, butter and raw sugar. Not too much, just enough to be naughty. A can of red cherries makes all the difference. The hybrid of Frank’s favorite pie, cherry and my favorite, apple is delicious. We scarfed up half of it soon after it was out of the oven.

It was warm and irresistable.

The crust was store-bought light and sloppy. Just the way I like it.

I’m thinking it would make a good breakfast but first exercycle and yoga. Namaste, y’all.


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