Dad got a sudden, irresistible craving for Dutch apple pie around midnight. It is now 10 'til 2 AM and there is a pie in the oven. The smell of this pie is engulfing the house, and slowly but surely converting me to my dad's way of thinking. If we want to be able to enjoy the pie tonight, we're going to have to stay up until at least 3 AM. Of ( Read more... )