So here is what happened to what (I assume) was a delicious apple pie. I baked it the same night I cooked a massive pot of spaghetti. So I wasn't hungry for pie by the time I'd eaten dinner. So I put it in a plastic ziploc bag for the night. The next day I worked 8 hours. When I returned home, all ready to eat a slice of pie I found this:
Except it was on the ground in my kitchen. Needless to say I have a very fat bad dog. I was so mad. So now I'm going to have to buy new apples next weekend at the farmer's market and try again. At least I didn't make the crust by hand or I would have cried.
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