Apple Crunch Pie
Why I Love This Recipe
A Setback Victory
Have you ever felt completely and utterly bored? Even, sometimes, at a party? I was feeling this way this past Thanksgiving. None of my cousins that were my age were there, so I was surrounded by adults. Desperate for something to do, I trudged into my aunt’s living room, where my eighteen-year-old cousin Connor was sitting on the worn brown leather couch, engrossed in the football game on television. I wondered if maybe he would want to play setback with me. I’m glad I asked.
“Do you know how to play setback?” I asked hopefully. Connor switched his attention from the bright TV screen to me. With his crop of blonde hair and tanned complexion, he looked like the kind of college-aged boy you would expect to see on the cover of a sports magazine.
“Nope,” he answered nonchalantly, his bright blue eyes staring up at me.
“Can I teach you?” I asked.
“Sure,” he replied casually, “just let me go grab a deck of cards.”
When Connor came back, I slipped us each six of the smooth, glossy cards, three at a time.
After that, I taught him the basic rules of setback; for example, the suit that gets the highest bid is called ‘trump,’ and you can only bid up to four points.
“Why don’t we lay all of our cards out on the table the first time we play?” I asked. “It makes it easier.”
“Okay,” he said. Once we had laid everything out, we ran through the rules of bidding before staring the round. We went slowly, but Connor caught on fast. Soon we were ready to play with teams. In the first game, my Memere (a French word meaning Grandma) and I played against Connor and my brother, Brian. The game was surprisingly close. When we made it to the last round, Brian threw out his last card, the Jack of trump. Both boys cheered and slapped hands, believing that they had won. While watching them, I grinned and quietly played my last card, the queen of trump. Memere and I erupted in laughter, for we had won after all.
We continued playing for awhile, switching teams a lot. Connor was never on Memere’s team, and her team always won. Finally, my grandmother and I sat down eagerly on the living room couch, ready for the last game. Dad and Connor came over.
“Whose team do you want to be on, Connor?” he asked.
“I’ll play with Sam, so I can beat Memere,” he said determinedly. We laughed and began the round. As the game progressed, Connor and I slowly pulled ahead. Suddenly, it was my turn to bid. Either I bid three or I could pass. I considered the possibilities.
“Go for it, Sam,” Connor suggested. “It’s just a game.”
We made three points that round! After a few more hands, Connor and I jumped up, high-fiving and grinning. We had proclaimed victory!
I will treasure the memory of this past Thanksgiving forever. Just being able to see Connor made this holiday a special occasion, since he lives at college and is almost never home. The reason this Thanksgiving was extra special is because not only did I get to see Connor, I really got to spend time with him in a way I hardly ever get to do. This past Thanksgiving really was amazing.
*This is my mother's special pie recipe, a delicious dish often found at our family Thanksgiving gatherings.
Submitted by: "Sammi K."
Ingredients You'll Need
6-8 sliced apples
One tablespoon sugar
One teaspoon cinnamon
One stick margarine, melted
One cup sugar
One cup flour
1/4 cup walnuts (optional)
Grease a pie plate.
Mix together sliced apples, one teaspoon sugar, and cinnamon.
Pour mixture into a pie plate.
Beat together margarine, one cup sugar, and egg until completely smooth.
Add flour and walnuts to the mixture.
With wet fingers, pat that mixture over that apples in the pie plate.
Bake at 350 degrees Fahrenheit until golden brown on top.
Source- Family Recipe