Yes! We had apple pie for breakfast, and I'd do it again. Not that it happens much around here, but Monday was a holiday. I ran the boys all over town getting errands done, had Cool Guy do some reading for me, sent the boys outside to have their Nerf Gun war outside, and finally, it was mid-afternoon, and each boy had settled in for some cave time: Encyclopedia to the computer for one of his empire-building computer games, and Cool Guy to watch some of the 20 or so Tom and Jerrys that he DVR-ed. (The kid has a love-affair with the DVR button.) We were having leftovers for dinner so no cooking to be done in that department, and there was no basketball practice or gymnastics as per usual on Monday afternoons and evenings. In short, I had time.
Burt loves, loves pie. He has pie for his birthday cake. If we go to a fancy restaurant, he orders pie for dessert. And he would get it more at home except that I rarely make dessert, and he asked me once if I could please, please make homemade crust when I make pie. It's a lot of work, and there's rarely time.
But today, there was time. I put on a podcast, heard just above the T & J on the TV, and started rolling crust. These pies of mine are never pretty, always a bit lopsided with jagged edges. But inside, a pile of diced apples mixed with spices, vanilla and a little cream, and the crust - oh, my, it was so perfect and crumbly and melt-in-your-mouth, if I do say so myself. The filling recipe was much like this one, but I used a double crust.
I don't even want to think what the calories were or the fat in that crust. So, we're livin' high. But I can rationalize pie in the morning this way.
- It has fruit in it, so there's got to be a healthy element.
- The whole pie only had 1/2 cup of sugar. Surely a slice has less than a bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs.
- Served with a slice of cheddar or some meat, it works for keeping us going in the morning.
- It's super-fast in the morning. Slice and eat.