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AS AMERICAN AS APPLE PIE









                   Whether  you  hail  from  California  or  Connecticut,  Alabama  or
                Idaho, chances are that at some point you’ve had a slice of apple pie
                for dessert. More than half of the states in the Union grow apples.

                From New York State’s Ginger Gold to Braeburns from Washington
                or Honeycrisps from Minnesota, there is an apple that caters to each
                American’s taste. Though this book is all about regional pies, it only
                makes  sense  to  begin  with  the  one  pie  that  is  quintessentially
                American. Apple pie is ingrained in our culture, part of our collective
                identity.  Like  hot  dogs  sizzling  at  a  backyard  barbecue,  turkeys

                roasting to a golden hue at Thanksgiving, and gooey s’mores eaten
                next  to  a  campfire,  apple  pie  has  become  a  culinary  tradition,  so
                much so that one-third of all Americans cite apple as their favorite
                kind of pie.
                   The  phrase  “as  American  as  apple  pie”  is  actually  a  shortened
                version  of  “as  American  as  motherhood  and  apple  pie.”  While
                everyone  on  earth  has  a  mother  (that’s  biology  for  you)  and  the

                apple pie originates in fact from England, not America, the saying is
                emblematic  of  a  sentiment.  This  pie  is  meant  to  signal  home
                (wherever  that  may  be),  family,  warmth—all  the  attributes  that  we
                think of when we think of Mom. But this saying means more than just
                Mom.  For  me,  apple  pie  exemplifies  an  essential  feature  of  pie

                making—the  transformation  of  a  pile  of  ingredients  into  a  beautiful
                dessert.  The  apple  pie  isn’t  fussy:  just  a  handful  of  fruit,  gently
                tossed together, tumbled into a pie plate, and baked in a tempting
                crust. It is noble, simple, and unpretentious—kind of like Mom. You
                can  eat  apple  pie  in  any  state,  in  any  town.  Not  affiliated  with  a
                holiday, nor eaten in any particular month, it is just plain good.
                   With this in mind, I knew that the apple pie in this book had to be a
                standout. So, in my search for the quintessential apple pie, I tested

                many recipes, with many different varieties of apples. In the end, I
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