My mother always made apple hand pies in the winter and I can remember so clearly coming in from the cold to that warm inviting kitchen to find them resting on the cooling racks just begging for a sprinkling of powdered sugar. My father would always grab one while they were still warm and add a scoop of ice cream for the classic a la mode. Like a good son, I would follow his cue and join him at the kitchen table while we enjoyed our treat. Continue Reading