"I Do Believe I'm Falling For Fall"

The crisp air, the long sleeves, the jackets, the pumpkins, the spices, the apples, the pretty leaves. Ahhh, fall is really here. I didn't think that I was ready, but when Calvin came home with a preschool info sheet about Autumn I surrendered. Fall, to me, means apple pie.

Take an afternoon and while your hubby is knee deep in work or school or wherever, make this pie for him. Make sure you give him enough time after dinner to be primed for dessert and then lay a big fat slice of this pie on him. Don't forget the scoop of ice cream. Ladies, this isn't about you. This is about making yo man smile. Here is my apple pie recipe. Do respect it, and do make it. Then sit back and watch the compliments, smiles, and affection heap at your feet.

Apple Pie

2/3 Cup of Sugar

1/4 Cup of Flour

1/2 tsp. ground cinnamon

1/2 tsp. ground nutmeg

Dash of salt

8 cups of thinly sliced and peeled apples (macintosh, gala, and golden delicious are great)

2 TBS. butter

2 pie crusts (Don't stress too much, just use the Pillsbury roll out kind. No one will never know.)

Heat oven to 425 degrees. Mix sugar, flour, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt in a large bowl. Stir in apples. Turn into a pastry-lined pie plate (glass will give you the most even browning). Cut butter into small pieces; sprinkle over apples. Cover with the top pastry that has slits cut in it; seal and flute the edges (you know, the crinkle sides of the pie). Cover the edge with a 2-3 inch strip of foil to preven excessive browning; remove foil during the last 15 minutes of baking.

Bake 40-50 minutes or until crust is golden brown and juice begins to bubble through slits in the crust. Cool on a wire rack for at least 2 hours.