It's become a tradition... I make pies for Thanksgiving.
It started with learning to make pie crust from my mom's best friend when I was homeschooled back in the day (pre-junior high).
But then my brother and I somehow began learning to carry on the tradition of making apple pies for Thanksgiving... but not just any apple pie.
Grandma Sachi's apple pie.
Two years ago, I even made it in Louisiana when I went to meet my future in-laws...
Here's this year's scrumptious pie:
Actually, it was this very recipe that I used to capture Randy's heart on his first visit to California. Thanks, Grandma!
Seriously, though, making this pie every year for Thanksgiving is a way that I feel connected to not just my grandmother, but also to my brother (who is now responsible for the apple pie for the Fu-gatherings at grandma's house), as well as to the rest of my family when circumstances require missing the big party at grandma's house.
But at least this Thanksgiving, I get to be with some of my favorite people:
My sister Tiff and her kids, Alyssa, Hailey and Jordan,
my hubby (of course!), and our friends Bill & Mary.
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