Spring House

by Mary Ellen Taylor

Chuckling, Lucy washed her hands. She drained the apples and then tossed the flour-sugar mixture into them, blending until each thin slice was coated. “Don’t put the filling into the shells right away.” “Not my first rodeo, grasshopper. I know. Let it sit

Lucy rolled out several rounds of dough and then lined eight small pie shells and pricked the bottoms with a fork. All went into the oven for ten minutes. Within the next hour, half the pie shells were baked and cooling on the counter,