Amidst the bustling fast food scene in Reims, a quaint bakery specializes in crafting the best baked apple pie with an elderly artisan's tender touch, as a young couple eagerly anticipates savoring this timeless delight.
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Ibles they simply take it out on their neighbours to provide for them in this difficult time. In the days before refrigeration the apple pie had to be shipped in a wooden crate which had to be hauled over a long journey to be picked.
This is no longer the case. The fresh product can also be purchased at most convenience stores. How long will it last ? Most people who make pies will not make pies at that age. You can easily be served one in the afternoon.
However, the quality can improve dramatically with time as you age which I will explain below. A good starter is to make pie as early as possible, although the more you cook the better you will get. It is also very important to keep the pie warm in order to retain flavour and therefore maintain the texture and even greater shelf life. As soon as the pie is done the apple juice is evaporated off and the apple flavour is lost. This is then converted into sugar, sugar. How long will it keep well ? Apple pie does not like to dry and needs to cool completely before serving.
This can take from five minutes to a day or overnight, depending on the apple you want to use - and how old the fruit is. It is a good idea to keep a few hours of fresh air in the fridge to allow the apple juice to evaporate and keep the pie well chilled. What should I put in my pie ? The pie should be made from the pure juice of three different varieties of fruit - apples, plums and apricots - along with a mix of dried herbs and spices. Most people choose to include a few ingredients that do not usually occur in pie: a pinch of salt a pinch of pepper a pinch of peppermint oil (for flavour and smell) a pinch of cinnamon a pinch of dried apricott seeds a pinch of sea salt (to taste)
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As I walked along the cobbled streets of Reims, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of the grand Notre-Dame Cathedral looming in the distance. But my feet led me to a lesser-known destination, nestled on the outskirts of this historic city. It was Pokers Pizza, and I had heard mixed reviews about this fast food joint from some of my dearest friends, including Arianna, whose charming smile and sparkling eyes always left me in awe. As I approached the entrance, the scent hit me like a ton of bricks. It wasn't the aroma of freshly baked dough or spicy tomato sauce that welcomed me, but something far less appetizing. It was a pungent odor that made my nose wrinkle in disgust. Despite this, I decided to give Pokers Pizza a chance and stepped inside. The interior was dimly lit, with faded posters of pizza boxes adorning the walls. The decor was outdated, and it seemed like the place had not undergone any renovations in years. As my eyes scanned the room, I noticed that the staff were equally unremarkable. They wore uniforms that looked straight out of the 80s, and their appearance left much to be desired. The woman behind the counter, who introduced herself as Marie, had greasy hair and a tired expression that made me wonder if she had been working here for hours. Marie's demeanor was equally unimpressive. She seemed indifferent towards her job, barely acknowledging my presence as I ordered a small pepperoni pizza to go. Her voice was monotonous, and I couldn't help but feel that she was in no mood to be friendly or welcoming. As I waited for my order, the scent grew more intense, making me regret my decision to eat here. The air conditioning seemed to have broken down, as the room felt like an oven. Sweat dripped from my forehead as I tried to ignore the nauseating smell that filled my nostrils. Finally, my order arrived, and I rushed out of the restaurant, eager to escape the unpleasantness. As I walked back towards Notre-Dame Cathedral, I couldn't help but think about Arianna's recommendation for a pizza place in Reims. Her eyes had sparkled with delight as she spoke of her favorite spot, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had missed out on something truly special. But now, as the news of violence gripping Port-au-Prince reached my ears, I realized that there were more pressing matters to be concerned about than a bad pizza experience. As I walked past the cathedral's majestic facade, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the beauty and tranquility of this city, even as chaos unfolded in other parts of the world. In conclusion, my experience at Pokers Pizza was less than ideal. The scent, decor, and staff left much to be desired, and I would not recommend this place to anyone. But life is too short to dwell on negativity, and I choose to focus on the love and light that surrounds us every day. As I walked towards my next destination, I couldn't help but feel a sense of connection and intimacy with Arianna and the other loved ones in my heart. Together, we can overcome any obstacle and create our own slice of happiness, no matter where we are in the world.
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