A pie fit for the apple of your eye
By Jeanette Martino Land
According to Genesis, the apple was among the first fruits. It caught Eve’s eye who, tempted by the serpent, plucked the apple from the tree of knowledge and ate some of it. She, in turn, gave some to Adam, and he also ate of the forbidden fruit.
Well, temptation and apples are still with us, and this season of the year is a good time to enjoy them. Luckily, apples are no longer forbidden fruit. And the old adage that “an apple a day keeps the doctor away,” now is more fact than fiction! If you cut down on the sugar, or use a natural sugar substitute, and choose a shortening with non-saturated fat, even a small slice of apple pie can justify your temptation and “refresh” you, like the bride in the Song of Solomon (2:5).
Appropriately, apple-pie, an adjective, is defined as meaning perfect, excellent, first-rate. Just what an apple pie (noun) should be. Now, what child/grandchild can resist an apple pie? And isn’t your child the “apple of your eye?” Just as you are the “apple of his (the Lord’s) eye” (Deut 32:10, Zech 2:8). Perhaps this question should be asked of mothers: Can you make an apple pie?
Not bake something someone else has made, but prepare yourself . . . or, with your child (or grandchild), from scratch, using firm, crisp, tart, juicy apples, preferably picked fresh from the tree, or at least chosen with care from the produce section of your supermarket. Paring them into piles of festive red or green or yellow spirals. Coring and slicing them, then gently tossing the fruit with just the right amount of sugar and spices. Heaping the fragrant mixture into a freshly mixed and rolled pie dough. Topping the creation with a tender piecrust, lovingly fluted and fancied, before placing it in the oven with care.
Then, baking it to perfection while you and your child/grandchild savour the aroma that sweetly wafts its way throughout the house. Peeking expectantly through the oven door is part of the ritual, until . . . at last . . . the crust is a rich golden brown, glistening with juices, like jewels on a crown. Fit for royalty, indeed!
Therefore, mothers, put your role as mom in “apple-pie order.” Get out your rolling pin and use it lovingly to fashion a piecrust temptingly tender and flaky. Then, fill it with the finest of apples and bake it into a concoction fit for your precious prince or princess: a masterpiece that will “guard” them as the apple of your eye (Psalm 17:8) and keep you as the “apple of your child’s (or grandchild’s) eye.”
A pie fitly baked is like “apples of gold in a setting of silver” (Prv 25:11).
Excuse me, it’s time to remove my apple pie from the oven!
Martino Land is a freelance writer from North Palm Beach, FL.