Food photography and styling isn’t something I am used to, but when mother said she was going to experiment with making an apple pie from scratch this Thanksgiving, I thought I should be brave enough to try my hand at the trendy art.
Thanksgiving in Canada, and I suppose abroad, is an incredibly important holiday. In my family, it sits right up there with Christmas, and though we do not regard it from a religious view, we see it as a day where we should give credit to the beautiful things we have in our lives.
My nana was queen of pies, and my mother can bake a flawless lemon meringue but has never tried her hand at apple. This recipe was from her favourite cookbook which I cannot seem to find anywhere, From The Oven to the Table, which we picked up on sale at Chapters a few months ago. Tossing the apples in all of the flavours of the season was an easy affair, but coming up with the right amount of apples was not. I think we prepared an extra pound and a half of McIntosh apples than necessary. Luckily they tasted delicious on their own, so my father and I snatched a few from the mixing bowl.
In the background are two French vanilla cakes which she also whipped up. My job on the icing was a moderate disaster, so you won’t be finding any photographs of the finished product here.
The texture of the pie crust was wonderfully flaky, and we enjoyed a slice that evening after turkey, steamed vegetables, mashed potatoes, stuffing, warm crescents, and dinner rolls.
A little arrangement on the sideboard was necessary. Stacked atop of books with their spines faced inward was the pie in its glass dessert stand. A glass pumpkin I picked up for my mother at HomeSense flanked the left, an antique brown jug from my papa’s house made up the the back with a few barren twigs.
Holidays are the time for good food, but autumn is also a time for trying new things and a new beginning. I like to think my attempt at food photography went okay, and in the spirit of the season I am thankful to be fortunate enough to try it at all.