You know me by now, or so I hope! I always say that the best recipes are the ones that take a few minutes to prepare. Here’s the perfect example. I didn’t know if I wanted to call it a pizza because this isn’t the real deal. For that you might want to take a look at my recipe for that in a previous post, where I practically profess my love for the stuff! However adding another word with a ‘p’ was too tempting to let go. I could have added ‘pie’ instead, I know, but ‘pizza’ sounds better. That is how my mind works, people. Please be kind.
I think I mentioned this before: apples are not necessarily my favourite fruit. Then, you say, you were living in the wrong places. And you might be right on that one! Michigan is practically apple-mad and so is the UK. For me, apples are meant to be eaten as they are, raw with the skin on if possible. I don’t like cider either, but a trip to the cider mill is always fun.
I am partial though to the apple and pastry combo. I generally don’t believe in rules when it comes to food, but I am particular about this. Apple pie is to be eaten hot with vanilla ice-cream. No custard malarkey business and for goodness sake, no cold pies please!