I was just studying and as per usual my motivation to read another page of what constitutes acceptance was running dangerously low. Then BAM my nose is hit with deliciousness – fresh apple pie flooded with hot, thick and creamy custard. The homemade pastry tastes almost short-bread like, crispy and chewy and delicious. The sweetness of the pie is balanced by the generous blanket of custard. Heaven in a bowl.

It’s not all bad having siblings. Especially one who enjoys randomly cooking food similar to Manna from the heavenlies. Thanks Mae!


