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A cute little apple pie story.
Thanksgiving one year (probably around '91 or '92) I was good friends with two brothers who lived one town over (we went to college together). Jim asked me to come over for Thanksgiving. I told him I couldn't as my own family would be angry. He finally talked me in to coming over after dinner to enjoy some his mom's apple pie. He claimed hers was the BEST on the planet.
"No possible", says I. My grandmother makes the best apple pie on the planet. Only she doesn't make one every year because its a LOT of work the way she does it (all from scratch of course). He still swears his mom's is the best.
It just so happened that my g-ma did make one that year. I had a piece of hers right before I left to Jim and Brian's house so I could truly compare them. I got there and was ushered in the door. Jim quickly sat me down with a piece of apple pie in front of my face.
Let me explain....my grand mother's applie pie is VERY sweet, dark brown in color because of the amount of cinnamon she uses. This apple pie was greenish in color....just like the ones you get from the grocery store (yuck!). I take a bite.
I SWEAR I did not do this on purpose. But by comparison to the pie I'd just had (my g-ma's pie), this one was horrible. It was not sweet at all, but very tart. I spit out that first bite. Naturally, now I'm a pariah for spitting out "the best pie in the world" - his mom's at that.
I'm sure if was a good pie if you like that 'style' of apple pie, but it wasn't what I grew up with. I have seen Jim in 15 years or more, but I'm sure if I did 'the apple pie incident' would come up in conversation.
Originally Posted by coffeecake
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