Grandma's apple cobbler tasted like no other, probably because I felt so much love for her, and also the love from her to me. I suspect that it wasn't the cobbler, although it was good, but the fact that I was able to share these times with her, they have made wonderful memories that I relive every time I make this cobbler.
Grandma never used measuring cups or spoons, it was all by just knowing what she needed. I know I thought this was magical!
Grandma would make the pie dough from scratch, she always used Crisco (it is lower in fat than butter), she would use flour, a little salt, enough Crisco to have the dough make little peas, then add enough water to bring it together, she would roll it out to fit a deep dish pan. Before adding the apple mixture she would take a fork and prick it all over. (I use a basic pie recipe, or have been known to use the dough you can buy at any grocery).
The apples would be enough to fill whatever dish she was using, usually whatever we had on hand, (I like Granny Smith, but I am sure that isn't what she used). She sliced them and then added about 1 cup sugar, about 2 tablespoons flour, around 1 tablespoon cinnamon (enough to have all the apples a light brown), and a little nutmeg. Then she would mix it all together and put into the pie pan. I remember being surprised by the butter she would dot on the apples, and then another layer of pie dough on top. She would flute the edges, cut designs on the top and then sprinkle sugar over it. I bake it now at 400 for about 50 minutes.
The only remaining ingredient is love. Add lots of love and enjoy it.
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