Apple Pie

For my entire life, apple pie has been one of my favorite deserts (dark chocolate beats it out). My grandmother and mother make great apple pie and I miss it quite a bit. One of the perks about doing IM Lake Placid is my mom lives a few hours away so she comes to watch the race and bakes me a pie while I'm out on the run. There is nothing quite as wonderful as getting a huge piece of warm apple pie after finishing a day of racing.

They'd share the recipe with me but for some reason I just don't want to know the recipe, sometimes ignorance is bliss. My brother knows the recipe, he made his first pie at Thanksgiving. He did a great job for his first time and I'm waiting to taste the second iteration.

This waiting has turned into a pit of a joke, or maybe I should call it a quest. For some reason a nice piece of home made apple pie seems almost impossible to find in Austin. I have been wanting a piece for weeks, this single pregnancy craving has turned into a story.

Michael's sister and boyfriend are in town for the weekend (she'll be doing the Rookie on Sunday). After dinner I proposed the idea of looking for a piece of pie. On Tues I was told to find Frisco, they might have pie.

Michael pulled out the trustee Iphone and looked up the address on Burnet. We drove over and after a few loops decided the place was no longer there. Instead we settled for a visit to Hey Cupcake, after all it's supposedly a hot spot in Austin. Honestly, it was a huge disappointment, cupcakes are not apple pie!

So... I am still waiting... hoping that I will manage to find a piece of apple pie in the next 20 weeks. After all, every pregnant lady deserves to have one craving, right?