"Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness."

— Jane Austen

Since summer feels ever so much like fall this year we decided on a nice apple pie for my husband's homecoming dinner Friday evening.  Moira came into the kitchen as I was kneading pie crust and wanted to do the apples.  Between us it was efficient work, almost meditative.  Exactly what the end of this week needed. 

I am a devotee of real whipped cream since discovering how easy it was to make. Sugar, cream, and strong arms to whisk.  Alannah and I each took a turn at it and it set up nicely.  

We used this recipe for the crust and this for the pie. (though you can see I was a bit ambitious tackling the lattice top….ah well, we tried)

Served on newly thrifted green transferware.  Oh I love it when my eye catches a bit of the familiar china pattern peeking out from boxes of discards at the junk shops. A dollar here, a dollar there, and a collection grows – no longer confined to a particular color.  I love them all.