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.
I am an American and the descendant of slaves. One of them was the first African-American invited as a guest into the White House. His name was Frederick Douglass. I am also a descendant of a man who led the South's Confederate troops during the Civil War. His name was General Robert E. Lee.
Each year on your birthday, I look back on our history. And while we have come from a humble beginning, I know we have a ways to go, before we achieve our founders' goal of being the United States of America.
When I was a kid, baseball was America's game. My memories linger around visions of classic summertime Americana; hot dogs on the grill, cold beer (or in my case Coca-Cola), sweet apple pie, and Vin Scully on the call from Dodger Stadium.
I have nothing but the utmost respect for one Martha Stewart, who seems to keep her pies (and occasionally her personality) as frigid as possible. Though I should warn Ms. Stewart to watch her back. My mom may be coming for her job.