My mom bakes the most delicious pies in the world! I don't know how she does it. Probably, she's a sorceress. Another explanation I have.
The process of making pies – this is the real mystery. Mom starts baking in the morning. Through the morning sleep until I drifted the aroma of fresh baking. I smell immediately guess what kind of pie we'll have for Breakfast: Apple pie, "a Poor student" or "Napoleon."
I often ask my mom to teach me how to bake pies. She always just smiles in response and says, "You're still small! Grow up a little bit – then teach". However, yesterday I managed to persuade her to reveal their culinary secrets. Mom agreed to give me a master class in cooking Charlotte. It turns out that baking pies is a snap!
I picked a bunch of apples in the garden and brought them home. Then I washed the apples and cut them in cubes. Mom made the dough from flour, eggs and sugar. The finishing touch was adding a pinch of vanilla. Then mom showed me how to lay out the apples on a baking sheet and pour their dough. Then my mom put the Apple pie into the preheated oven. Forty minutes later the pie was ready. Mom gently took it from the oven and set it on the table below the pie has cooled down a bit. Our house was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of Charlotte.
Mom cut the cooled cake and put it in a beautiful pyramid on the dish. Then my mother drank tea and ate Apple pie. I confess: I have never eaten such vkusnotischi! Mom praised me and said that I would probably become a Baker.
