Fine, so I did actually make this for Thanksgiving. But it’s so good I’ll be making it every chance I get, all year long. All I need is somebody to help me eat it, since my ridiculous husband doesn’t like cooked fruit (FREAK) and Harry can only fit so much pie in his eight-year-old body. Which leaves me most of a pie to stuff down my own pie hole, which… no. Anyway. There’s nothing wrong with a classic apple pie, but this here beauty ups the ante in some key ways: The bottom of the ...
