My grandparents have an fruit orchard that they harvest and give to their children and grandchildren for free. Growing up my mom would make apple pies with apples from their orchard quite regularly just for supper. If I ever second guess the goodness of my childhood these two sentences are proof I had it good. When I got older and started to cook on my own I decided to make my mom's apple pie recipe (with apples my grandma had given me) for a dinner my husband and I were going to. My thought was that it was an average dish, because we ate it so often growing up, I figured it was just your average apple pie. A few bites in I had people asking for the recipe and complementing how good it was. Obviously it was one of those moments that fueled the fire to want to cook and bake more, to get that redaction again of making a dish someone is excited about. The other thought that goes with that memory was how I realized that not every apple pie is equal. This one I believe stands about because of the crust and the crumble.
My mom and grandma have this pie crust recipe that makes me dislike all others. It is so simple, you make in the pie pan and bake it with the pie. Bada bing bada boom!
Pie crust:
1 1/2 cups flour
1/2 oil
2 tablespoons milk
1 tablespoon sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt