This is a tribute Mrs. Chase, who made the absolute best apple pie I've ever tasted, a lady I visited while I was still in high school, along with my friend from school. Mrs Chase was quite elderly and blind and lived in a little house in the country by herself. My friend and I would visit her after church on Sunday and I loved the conversations we had with her....there was always a lot of laughter. One Sunday she presented us each with a slice of her fantastic apple pie, flaky tender crust and perfectly balanced filling. The perfect apple pie. None has ever compared to that homey slice of perfection.....I can see it, smell it and taste it, washed down with cold fresh milk. Mrs. Chase did everything by touch and she walked around her little kitchen , touching her counters and walls to keep her bearings. She was a lovely, independent country woman.

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