“If I put it in the freezer, how long will it last?” I asked.
The answer was simple and immediate: “Forever.”
Now, I admit: I have not tested the truth of this claim, because, pro tip, what kind of person leaves an apple pie in the freezer forever? But when I was cleaning out our freezer a few weeks ago, it turned out that one of the apple pies I bought at the church bazaar last year was still there.
This shocked me. (Pro Tip: Not the part where my freezer went untold months without a good clean out; the part where I failed to eat a pie.) And when I took that pie out of the oven and warmed it up, the pie maker who sold it to me was right: it was still perfect.
After the lefse makers do their thing, the pie makers take their turn. They peel and they slice and they mix and they roll and they bake. They pile on the butter and they sprinkle the cinnamon and they make the whole place smell like heaven. The first morning alone, they turned out 58 perfect pies.
They didn’t know, that first morning, whether they would have apples for the next day. (Pro Tip: Apples do grow on trees, but it’s only the end of August.) Every year, the pie makers wonder and wait. And every year, produce suppliers and orchards and backyard trees provide.
Blessed are the pie makers, for they will be called providers of sweetness. Givers of deliciousness. Bringers of joy.
What’s your favorite kind of pie?