Bit of a quick backstory. Tink was actually due on Saturday July 17th. Since it is "her day" I let her decide what she wanted to do. The entire week she has been craving apple pie. For anyone who has been to Julian, there is no substitute. Some would call it daring. We simply felt that it didn't matter if we were right next to the hospital, or 2hrs away... if the baby wanted to come then it would but Tink wanted apple pie. Thankfully my mom was nice enough to join us in case we needed someone to watch the kids. It took us a little over 3hrs to get there (we stopped on the way for lunch).
There is a little place called "Mom's" It's been there since the 80's.
Mom's apple pie julian; home
During apple season you are lucky if you can get in the door in under an hour. During the holidays... good luck... the line is literally around the block. Even yesterday, at 4pm, there was a line. The taste is different when apples aren't in season. But this still beats everything but my Grandma's apple pie (and even that is a razor thin margin).
They also sell in a few locations... and years ago you could sometimes get them at the big San Diego swapmeet during the holidays. But this logo is LEGENDARY in San Diego.
He's 7 this year... I was about his age when I first had one.
best "random shot" ever.
Grandma and the current "baby in the family". She is about to get a baby brother within the week and doesn't realize how much life will change. Due to the economics of the "by the slice" price we decided to get a whole pie!
Grandma digging in, it was 1 bite grandma, 3 bites little one. They each had 2 helpings.
I was "lucky" to get 2 slices of pie without loosing a hand... these little monsters DEVOURED the pie. The poor pie never had a chance. It didn't last more then 10 minutes on that table. So... now it's time to walk off the pie.