The Art of the Manly Pie

This Easter, I had the pleasure of tasting one of the most delicious apple pies I have ever eaten in my entire life. Tragically, I almost missed the experience because after gorging myself on holy ham, I had little room left for dessert.

But who can pass up a slice of homemade pie?

Apparently not I.

What was supposed to be an obligatory taste of dessert turned into an unexpected love affair. This pie was like a warm embrace... like finding an unexpected meadow of flowers in the middle of a dreary hike. Yes, I do believe the clouds parted and divine light shined through as I ate this pie.

Did I mention woodland creatures came out of the forest to greet me?

Suffice it to say, it was good pie, good enough that I ate a second slice even though I was stuffed to the seams with holy ham.

The subject pie was provided by Minty Monty, a self-taught maker of pies. I immediately contacted him to see if I could learn his secrets or better yet, serve as an apprentice during his next pie-making session. Monty was gracious enough to agree to the latter. His email confirming our pie-making session summarized our goals aptly:

"We shall make pie. Then we shall eat pie. "




If you're thinking this looks like pie porn, it is.
















We also made a commemorative customized turnover with extra crust scraps.




Thank you, Minty Monty, for the best apple pie of the year.