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For Sale / Wanted > Barter > Four Brown Butter Sage Apple Pies (Or, Why I Spent Christmas in Atlanta)
Remember when I recommended making this brown butter sage apple pie recipe by Cathy Erway of Not Eating Out in New York? Two days ago I took my own advice to heart and made five of these pies as Christmas gifts, for my mom and her fiance, my boyfriend’s mother, my paternal relatives, my friend Angela and my roommate Mike, who was staying home instead of traveling for the holidays.
I made these pies completely from scratch, meaning that I spent 1.5 hours thinly slicing 24 York apples, then an extra 45 minutes kneading 10 pie crusts’ worth of dough, equivalent in weight to, let’s say, two small babies.
My boyfriend and I were supposed to drive to Frederick, Md., and Wilkes-Barre, Pa., early the next morning — but we never left, meaning these pies never left my kitchen. As I’ve already explained in an e-mail to Katherine:
When he asked me to start his Jetta, I had pressed a button on the driver’s side door thinking that I was unlocking the passenger side. Instead, I had locked the driver’s side, though I hadn’t closed the door all the way, which left the door halfway latched to his car. It had been running for about 15 minutes by the time he pried the door open with a screwdriver, and once he did, he took the key out of the ignition and locked and unlocked the door, making sure that the door wouldn’t get stuck again. Then he tried to start the car again. No such luck.
Five hours later — after freaking out, calling our respective parents, testing his battery inside an old Pathfinder belonging to a roommate, waiting for an Advanced Auto Parts to open, trading the old battery in for a new one, calling our parents again, installing the new battery, attempting to start the car again without anything happening (still not sure why), freaking out again, then starting the car again successfully — we decided not to go. I would have gotten to Frederick in time for midnight mass, but I still would have completely missed the dinner I was supposed to attend with my mom. He would have gotten to Wilkes-Barre around 2 a.m., if he got lucky.
I made them almost exactly as Cathy Erway instructed, except for two modifications: a mixture of whole wheat pastry and unbleached, all-purpose flour in the crust, and a little less sage mixed into the pie filling. I brushed a milk wash and sprinkled cane sugar on each of the top crusts, which makes for a fantastic contrast against the savory sage.
You, lovely Atlanta resident, have: a VHS/DVD that we can add to the house collection, winter caps to help us endure the rest of this uncharacteristically white Christmas, a book that you’ve already read, or even a vegetarian dish (or even dessert) that my boyfriend and I can share.
Or, to be frank, anything but another pie. Well, that and fruitcake. I can’t stand that stuff.