Monday, May 31, 2021

May I have some apple pie

May... I have some apple pie. :_)

May has always been an interesting month. It's the end of spring and the beginning of summer. It also means exams I haven't prepared for and cleaning... lots of it. 

We had a bit of a "sibling reunion" for Eid-ul-Fitr. I tried my best to live in the moment so that's why I did not post about it. I had a wonderful time and alhamdulillah I am so blessed to have such amazing siblings and a great family. It was refreshing to spend time with my loved ones especially after the hard and long year that has passed.

My family as a whole, for the most part, bonds over food. Whether we cook something hearty at home or drive out to Shalimar (haha....) we always find a way to laugh over some food. Kabobs, cake, ice cream, you name it. 

A couple weeks ago while my sister was still here, she made the most amazing apple pie (Masha Allah). The crust was near perfect and I can't begin to describe the smell of our home while she was making the apple cinnamon filling. I wish I could record that moment but it was too special to whip out a phone for. Plus, you wouldn't be able to smell the goodness from behind a blue light screen so why bother. ;) 

She used this recipe for the crust and I think she came up with the apple filling one but here is one that is similar to how she made it. 

I had a really fun time eating it and let me just say, it pairs amazingly with ice cream. Especially vanilla ice cream. Just so good. Heavenly, almost. 

I really do enjoy cooking and eating so I might consider adding a "cooking" label where I can store recipes and all things food-ish... despite this originally being a book blog haha. I mean, it is my blog after all so I make all the rules. 

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my post ! 

The American Bookslayer (Asma) xx

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