The real reason I didn’t go up to my Dad’s on Sunday is that I didn’t have time to make his pie first.
Dad LOVES my Apple Crumb Pie. He’d be perfectly happy to get one as a gift on every holiday. And to get them at intervals spaced throughout the year. Although then he’d probably get tired of them.
I had time to go get the ingredients on Sunday evening. Then on Monday, as Hubby was making dinner, I baked Dad’s pie.

It’s in a box surrounded by towels because I took it out of the oven, put it in the box, and then set off.
That’s what you call fresh-baked pie. 🙂
I hope all of you fathers out there had a fabulous Father’s Day!

What a nice daughter you are. I can’t imagine a better gift.