Bones Made Apple Pie

I went to Lower Heyford Church not so long ago, and after the service (and a glass on wine) the good people of St Marys told me to help myself to Apples left over from Harvest. I filled Maffi's pockets and home we went. The other day I finally got round to being a domestic goddess and I was amazed that the pie looked and tasted so good! Weeping Cross came for a visit last night, so I gave him a bit. It was rather triumphant watching his eyes go from 'oh dear what has she done now' to 'oh no, must I try it, thank goodness I have a cold perhaps I won't be able to taste it' to 'Good Grief, this is actually really really really really delicious'