But the smell is divine. It's funny how well apple and cinnamon and butter come together in an orchestra of tastes so full and rich that it attracts every five to 70 year old within a 10 metre radius. From every part of the house, they float over to the dining table, and when I am not looking, fingers reach out to pinch away bits of crust. Then, my apple pie looks like the mice got there first.
Today, it actually looks like Grandma's Apple Pie. I just had to take a picture.