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| Although you, my dear reader, have come to this page so innocently expecting an outburst on the said topic 'apple pie'. I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but you may find yourself mildly disappointed. This page now holds nothing to do with this topic, but the words "apple pie'. | |||
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| In cooking, an '''apple pie''' is a fruit ] (or ]) in which the principal filling ingredient is ]s (Cooking Apples). ] is generally used top-and-bottom, making a double-crust pie, the upper crust of which may be a pastry lattice woven of strips; exceptions are '''deep-dish apple pie''' with a top ] only, and open-face '']''. | |||
| This is now a story of how I Discoverd a planet slightly to the left of Mars. I remember it as if it was Yesterday... Which is rather worrying as it was only 8 hours ago. My day started out like very few others. I awoke in a bundle of un-familiar sheets and pillows; only to retrieve a memory of the past events. I was in fact not in my home. Or any home for that matter; as i was in David Jones! Frightend and somewhat disorianted, I scrambled to my feet. Loud noises flutterd in my ears and a bright stream of light that one would usually find leaking from a tourch, shone into my eyes. I ran. Fast. | |||
| ==Ingredients== | |||
| Hiding in a croud of pale, cold, wildly dressed people, I thought I'd be safe for now. I felt misplaced among these frozen people. All with a cold gaze, no light in their eyes, their fingers plasterd together; unseperable. I looked down. Hiding my glowing eyes; trying to fit in. As i did so, i noticed something. Or rather, a lack there of. My shoelaces, they were gone! Missing! What kind of villan would commit such a crime? There could only be one culpruit. | |||
| ]s (''culinary apples'', colloquially ''cookers''), such as the ] or ], are crisp and acidic. The fruit for the pie can be fresh, canned, or reconstituted from ]s. This affects the final texture, and the length of cooking time required; whether it has an effect on the flavour of the pie is a matter of opinion. Dried or preserved apples were originally substituted only at times when fresh fruit was unavailable. | |||
| "PIXIES!!!!" I yelled at the very top of my voice. | |||
| "HEY!! Who's there?!" An unfamiliar voice rang through the forest of plastic people. They'd found me! Oh no, how could anyone, let along me, escape the ever frightening ambush of Pixies. I crouched down and began to roll away as fast as i could. As i did so, I fell apon an all to eerie aisle. Paved in pinks and whites; with the odd spot of blue, yellow and green. | |||
| "Barbie..." I mutterd. My Arch enemy had found me in my weakest hour and 4 minutes. I knew she'd strike at any given moment; i had to retreat. | |||
| Because there is no way of measuring how far each roll I made was, there was no way of telling how long I'd been rolling. So after an amount of rolling, i stopped. Tired and beyond frightend. I looked up. And there he was, my inspiration to keep going. keep rolling away from my problems. A man, no. A God. A big, toothy grim spread like butter accross his not so bread like face. A sign and box of plastic bags held in his hands; a sign from God... | |||
| "Petey Joe Loves His Shoelaces!!" Written in multi-coloured writting on the sign above the box. | |||
| His blank, yet ecstatic expression gestured me to take some. Small, plastic packets with twisted pairs of multi-coloured shoelaces! | |||
| "Gods amoung men..." i whispered, taking my share of holy laces. "Now, save yourself, the Pixies. They're here... We must roll to our saftey..." No responce. His 2D figure seemed to wobble and shuffle. Oh no. He was trapped!! The Pixies must of been here! Trapping anyone they saw into 2D cardboard-like figures! The monstrocity... | |||
| I siezed the brave soldior in my arm, shouving the Laces Of God into my pocket. We had to hide, so i ran straight to the Stationery Aisle. | |||
| Ars and Crafts my ass. | |||
| This was a matter of Life and Death! We needed a HQ, a place that only we knew of. Formed out of cardboard sheets, plastic folders and re-used plastic cups; held together with PVA glue. It wasnt't much, but it was Home. | |||
| The all too familiar voice came bouncing off the walls. The Pixies had found us. | |||
| "Hide yourself, now." He didn't move. Why not? "Ohh yeeaahhh...You can't move. Sorry. Here, I'll hide you. Don't worry, I'm a natural at hiding. This one time, in school, when we were getting our injections... They called my name, but i didn't come up to the Nurse. I was hidding in the scissor tray. They never found me. Then, this other time, in High school-" | |||
| "I CAN hear you, and i WILL find you" | |||
| "oh no! Don't worry, I'll tell you later...now HIDE!" | |||
| My breathing slowed, my hands went numb, my head grew heavy. I could see the Pixies feet pacing up and down, up and down; past our hiding spot. Every now and then he'd let out a freaky little Pixie laugh. Soon I realised that there were two of them. We we're sure to be dead within the hour. I gripped Petey Joe, Poor guy. Trapped in such an odd outfit. Much like a pirate or something. None the less, we had no time to discuss his choice of clothing, this was real. | |||
| ===The English pudding=== | |||
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| English apple pie recipes go back to the time of ]. The 1381 recipe (see illustration at right) lists the ingredients as ''good ]s, good ]s, ]s, ]s and ]s.'' The ''cofyn'' of the recipe is a casing of pastry. ] is used for colouring the pie filling. | |||
| They never did catch me, those Pixies. Instead, me and Petey Joe got saved by these two really nice men in uniform. They still didn't notice the random spurts of Pixies giggling behind us, but they meant well. I tried to explain what me and Petey Joe had been through... But they just agreed and took me away to this lovely place with pillows all over the walls, and cutlery was forbiden and cozy little jackets that hugged you sooo tight, you could bearly breathe... | |||
| A traditional way to serve apple pie, particularly in ], is with ]. This adds a deep and rich flavour. This is commonly a hard crumbly cheese such as ] when served separately or ] when cooked as a layer within the pie. | |||
| In Commonwealth countries, apple pie is a dessert of enduring popularity, eaten hot or cold, on its own or with ], ], or ] | |||
| ====Absence of sugar in early English recipe==== | |||
| Most modern recipes for apple pie require an ounce or two of sugar, but the earliest recipe does not. There are two possible reasons. | |||
| ] imported from Egypt was not widely available in fourteenth-century England, where it cost between one and two ]s a ] — one source claims that this is roughly the equivalent of US$100 per kg in today's prices). <ref>[http://www.sucrose.com/lhist.html</ref> | |||
| The absence of sugar in the recipe may instead indicate that, because refined sugar was a recent introduction from the Orient, the medieval English did not have quite as sweet a tooth as their descendants. Honey, which was many times cheaper, is also absent from the recipe, and the "good spices" and saffron, all imported, were no less expensive and difficult to obtain than refined sugar. Despite the expense, refined sugar did appear much more often in published recipes of the time than honey, suggesting that it was not considered prohibitively expensive. With the exception of apples and pears, all the ingredients in the filling probably had to be imported. And perhaps, as in some modern "sugar-free" recipes, the juice of the pears was intended to sweeten the pie. <ref>http://www.recipesource.com/special-diets/diabetic/pies/apple-pie2.html</ref> | |||
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| ===Dutch style=== | |||
| ] (''appeltaart'' or ''appelgebak'') recipes go back a long way. Dutch recipes typically also call for flavourings such as ] and ] to be added, and Dutch apple pies are usually decorated in a lattice style. Dutch apple pies contain the regular ingredients plus others including raisins and icing. | |||
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| ==Apple pie in American culture==<!-- This section is linked from ] --> | |||
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| In the English colonies the apple pie had to wait for carefully planted pips, brought in barrels across the ], to become fruit-bearing apple trees, to be selected for their cooking qualities, as apples do not come true from seeds. In the meantime, the ] were more likely to make their pies, or "pasties", of meat rather than of fruit; and the main use for apples, once they were available, was in ]. But there are American apple-pie recipes, both manuscript and printed, from the eighteenth century, and it has since become a very popular dessert. | |||
| A '''mock apple pie''' made from ]s was apparently invented by ] on the move during the nineteenth century who were bereft of apples. In the 1930s, and for many years afterwards, ] promoted a recipe for mock apple pie using its product, along with sugar and various spices. | |||
| Although apple pies have been eaten since long before the discovery of America, "as American as apple pie" is a common saying in the United States, meaning "typically American". <ref>http://dictionary.cambridge.org/define.asp?key=american*1+0&dict=I</ref> The dish was also commemorated in the phrase "for mom and apple pie" - supposedly the stock answer of American soldiers in WWII, whenever journalists asked why they were going to war{{Fact|date=June 2007}}. | |||
| Advertisers exploited the patriotic connection in the 1970s with the TV jingle "baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and Chevrolet". | |||
| There are claims that the Apple Marketing Board of New York State used such slogans as "An apple a day keeps the doctor away" and "as American as apple pie!", and thus "was able to successfully 'rehabilitate' the apple as a popular comestible" in the early twentieth century when ] outlawed the production of ]. | |||
| ==Other meanings of "Apple pie"== | |||
| *An "apple-pie bed" is one which has been short-sheeted as a ]. May be so-called because the sheets are doubled over "like the cover of an apple turnover." <ref>http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=apple-pie%20bed</ref> | |||
| *"Apple-pie order" meaning to be tidy and in good order, may not refer to the pastry at all, but may be a ] of the ] ''nappes pliées'', "neatly folded linen." <ref>http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/apple-pie%20order</ref> | |||
| ==See also== | |||
| * ], a ] variant on apple pie. | |||
| * ] or Apple Strudel, an Austrian pie-like dish made with dough, apples, sugar and spices. | |||
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Revision as of 04:29, 9 January 2008
Although you, my dear reader, have come to this page so innocently expecting an outburst on the said topic 'apple pie'. I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but you may find yourself mildly disappointed. This page now holds nothing to do with this topic, but the words "apple pie'.
This is now a story of how I Discoverd a planet slightly to the left of Mars. I remember it as if it was Yesterday... Which is rather worrying as it was only 8 hours ago. My day started out like very few others. I awoke in a bundle of un-familiar sheets and pillows; only to retrieve a memory of the past events. I was in fact not in my home. Or any home for that matter; as i was in David Jones! Frightend and somewhat disorianted, I scrambled to my feet. Loud noises flutterd in my ears and a bright stream of light that one would usually find leaking from a tourch, shone into my eyes. I ran. Fast. Hiding in a croud of pale, cold, wildly dressed people, I thought I'd be safe for now. I felt misplaced among these frozen people. All with a cold gaze, no light in their eyes, their fingers plasterd together; unseperable. I looked down. Hiding my glowing eyes; trying to fit in. As i did so, i noticed something. Or rather, a lack there of. My shoelaces, they were gone! Missing! What kind of villan would commit such a crime? There could only be one culpruit. "PIXIES!!!!" I yelled at the very top of my voice. "HEY!! Who's there?!" An unfamiliar voice rang through the forest of plastic people. They'd found me! Oh no, how could anyone, let along me, escape the ever frightening ambush of Pixies. I crouched down and began to roll away as fast as i could. As i did so, I fell apon an all to eerie aisle. Paved in pinks and whites; with the odd spot of blue, yellow and green. "Barbie..." I mutterd. My Arch enemy had found me in my weakest hour and 4 minutes. I knew she'd strike at any given moment; i had to retreat. Because there is no way of measuring how far each roll I made was, there was no way of telling how long I'd been rolling. So after an amount of rolling, i stopped. Tired and beyond frightend. I looked up. And there he was, my inspiration to keep going. keep rolling away from my problems. A man, no. A God. A big, toothy grim spread like butter accross his not so bread like face. A sign and box of plastic bags held in his hands; a sign from God... "Petey Joe Loves His Shoelaces!!" Written in multi-coloured writting on the sign above the box. His blank, yet ecstatic expression gestured me to take some. Small, plastic packets with twisted pairs of multi-coloured shoelaces! "Gods amoung men..." i whispered, taking my share of holy laces. "Now, save yourself, the Pixies. They're here... We must roll to our saftey..." No responce. His 2D figure seemed to wobble and shuffle. Oh no. He was trapped!! The Pixies must of been here! Trapping anyone they saw into 2D cardboard-like figures! The monstrocity... I siezed the brave soldior in my arm, shouving the Laces Of God into my pocket. We had to hide, so i ran straight to the Stationery Aisle. Ars and Crafts my ass. This was a matter of Life and Death! We needed a HQ, a place that only we knew of. Formed out of cardboard sheets, plastic folders and re-used plastic cups; held together with PVA glue. It wasnt't much, but it was Home. The all too familiar voice came bouncing off the walls. The Pixies had found us. "Hide yourself, now." He didn't move. Why not? "Ohh yeeaahhh...You can't move. Sorry. Here, I'll hide you. Don't worry, I'm a natural at hiding. This one time, in school, when we were getting our injections... They called my name, but i didn't come up to the Nurse. I was hidding in the scissor tray. They never found me. Then, this other time, in High school-" "I CAN hear you, and i WILL find you" "oh no! Don't worry, I'll tell you later...now HIDE!"
My breathing slowed, my hands went numb, my head grew heavy. I could see the Pixies feet pacing up and down, up and down; past our hiding spot. Every now and then he'd let out a freaky little Pixie laugh. Soon I realised that there were two of them. We we're sure to be dead within the hour. I gripped Petey Joe, Poor guy. Trapped in such an odd outfit. Much like a pirate or something. None the less, we had no time to discuss his choice of clothing, this was real.
They never did catch me, those Pixies. Instead, me and Petey Joe got saved by these two really nice men in uniform. They still didn't notice the random spurts of Pixies giggling behind us, but they meant well. I tried to explain what me and Petey Joe had been through... But they just agreed and took me away to this lovely place with pillows all over the walls, and cutlery was forbiden and cozy little jackets that hugged you sooo tight, you could bearly breathe...