My mom is an amazing cook. Every night growing up we had a homemade meal on the table. She always wanted to experiment with new foods. She may not be gourmet, but she is incredible at what she does. Anyway, her specialty is pie crust. Throughout my childhood I watched as my talented mother won multiple awards and ample praise for her perfectly flaky, golden-brown pie crust. And so whenever I needed to make a pie, I asked my mom to make the crust for me. It was a simple understanding. If there was pie, there was also my mom.
Except now I'm in college. And my mom isn't here to make the pie crust for me (or clean my room or make my dinner). So I decided it was high time I finally learn how to make my mom's world famous (because I said so) pie crust and apple pie.
Madeline was helping every step of the way. I'm quite certain I found a very talented future baker.
My aunt's neighbor, Dublin also came over to help with the pie making factory. (thank goodness) By the end of Day 2 in the kitchen we had collectively made 12 pies. *Drops the baking mic*
At the end of the day, 36 (ish) people showed up for Thanksgiving dinner and there were plenty of mouths to consume the plentiful pies we made. I'm so grateful that even though these people were mostly strangers, Thanksgiving still managed to be relaxing and filled my heart with love. Thanksgiving is about good food, good people, and being thankful together; even though I'm sad I couldn't be with my family in DC, this Thanksgiving certainly fit that bill.