Whenever I cook, I know The Boy is right by my side waiting for an opportunity to help.  He’s just like I was as a kid.  I was always in the kitchen with my mom or grandmother.  My mom was the cook, and my Granny was the baker.  She has passed on her sweet tooth to her children, her children’s children, and so on.  I am doing my part to carry on her legacy.  Noah has quite the palate, quite the sweet tooth, and quite the desire to cook.  This past weekend, we bonded in the kitchen making apple pie–which is my favorite fruit pie.

October 029from the crust

October 032to the apples

October 040together, we made a pie. And it was so sweet.