No matter how many tricks I tried, I could not for the life of me get my little counter top oven to bake that pie all the way through. Finally, I threw my arms up, said, “Forget it. Let’s just eat.” I sliced pieces onto our plates, crunchy apples and all. And then I took a bite. One taste was all it took. One taste brought me back to warm memories, to family gatherings with tables stuffed full, cousins running wild through the house. I looked up at my husband and saw it did the same for him. We both nearly cried.
We were a few months into our first year overseas. Winter was settling in, and so was the fear in our hearts.Are we going to make it?