In my family, apple pie is an art form. It began with my grandma in the kitchen rolling out the dough, and then my mother soon following in suit. For as long as I can remember pie making has been happening in my family every holiday. When Thanksgiving rolls around, my mother brings the big tub of Crisco up from downstairs and flours the entire counter to get ready to make pies. And the same thing happens just weeks later at Christmas.
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AuthorMy name is Alex. I am senior in college majoring in elementary education and minoring in teaching English as a second language. I enjoy doing many crafts such as scrap-booking, card making and jewelry making in my free time. I also love to write, cook, bake and spend time in the outdoors camping and fishing. I am a few months away from becoming a certified elementary school teacher. I am open to teaching any grade. I also hope to one day become a published author. Archives
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