The apple itself was an immigrant too, one of the earliest to this country. From Kazakhstan in 328 B.C. to Macedonia with Alexander the Great, on to Rome and with the Romans then all the way up North, to England where it got its name.
The miracles of the universe are manifested in everything around us. Illumination comes when we pause in gratitude, in stillness, our eyes opening in appreciation for these most wondrous creations, big and little, like babies and apple pie.
The good news is that there are always alternatives, and I love coming up with a healthy solution to a food problem. I baked this apple with its own pulp, chopped pecans, and pumpkin spice. It was so easy I probably don't even need to give you directions but I will anyway!
So, apple pie as the quintessential American product may be an apt metaphor after all -- it was brought here from foreign shores, was influenced by other cultures and immigration patterns, and spread throughout the world by global affairs.
I have sort of a weird obsession with trying to recreate foods in cone form. So far I've created Sweet and Sour Chicken in a Wonton Cone, a Chocolate Chip Cookie Cone, Cobb Salad in a Crouton Cone and a Chicken and Waffle Cone among others.