As they say, you don't measure taste with a spirit level. My pie is wonky but lovely. The apples are from my parent's neighbour's neighbour's garden. A tree leans over the neighbours wall, the immediate neighbours were out................Dad was in and out of the garden like a Ninja and scooped up all of the apples off the lawn. By four o clock this afternoon, they were in a pie! and by seven o clock this evening they were safely tucked upside myself and Dearly Beloved! So, freeganism rules again! woohoo................and Dad! You've not lost your touch!
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