There once was a little girl named Eowyn. Her hair was like golden silk, and her eyes glowed with innocence, though as she grew, a spark of mischief began to grow as well. Despite living in a region known for its abundance of apples, she hadn’t yet experienced the glory that is revealed when nature’s jewels are transformed into pie, not that it stopped her from exclaiming, at seemingly random intervals, “Apple pie!” “What’s that?” asked her mother. “Apple pie! Apple pie!” she said with joy and confidence. The mother was perplexed; she considered the past and was quite certain …
Eowyn’s Apple Pie with Vanilla Bean Gelato
August 28, 2012