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my first pie

One of my goals this year is to learn how to bake. Over the weekend, my beautiful friend Melissa invited a few of us ladies friends over for a sweet bake day! She taught us how to bake a Dutch Apple  Crumble Pie. I was thrilled because it was my first time baking a pie!

As we snacked on Caprese d'oeuvres and mimosa's while learning how to make a pie crust, my other friend introduced me to (what is now my favorite snack) Dorito's with mustard. Yeah, sounds weird, right? I'm not at all a fan of mustard, but the tangy taste of it with the cheesy chips was mind-blowingly (is that a word?) delicious! After washing and cutting up the apples, sprinkling them with the cinnamon, nutmeg and brown sugar, we put them in the oven and within 15 minutes the smell of warm baked apples filled the kitchen. Mmm! Once the pies were finished, we made chocolate dipped strawberries with colorful sprinkles while waiting for the pies to cool down. 

I've always wanted to create amazing goods and sweets with friends. Luckily, I found a lovely group of lady fiends that feel the same way. It was a grand day. We're even planning another bake day next month! We haven't decided what to bake yet, but I'm sure it's going to be tasty!

Here's the recipe for Dutch Apple Crumble Pie we used

1 (9 inch) unbaked pie shell (deep dish)
6 cups thinly sliced Granny Smith apples
1 Tbs. lemon juice
3/4 cup white sugar
2 Tbs. all-purpose flour
1/2 tsp. ground cinnamon
1/8 tsp/ ground nutmeg
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup brown sugar (packed)
3 Tbs. butter

In a large bowl, sprinkle the thinly sliced apples with lemon juice. In another bowl small bowl, mix white sugar, 2 Tbs. flour, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Sprinkle mixture over apples until evenly coated. Spoon into the pie shell.

In a different small bowl, mix 1/2 cup flour and brown sugar. Cut the butter and add into bowl until mixture is crumbly, then sprinkle over apples. Cover the edges loosely with foil.

Bake at 375 degrees for 25 minutes. Remove foil and bake an additional 30 minutes until top is golden brown. Cool on wire rack.

I hope this inspires you to bake more!
Pie on babes xx

Ps. When I ate the pie with my boyfriend, we ate it with French Vanilla ice cream
and it tasted heavenly!

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