At Thanksgiving, I baked an apple pie to bring to my daughter’s house for dinner. I made it from scratch, piled the Cortland apples high and got the sugar and cinnamon just right. The crust was picture perfect, and the pie was a hit.

But let’s go back to that “made it from scratch” claim. I did that, in the usual sense; however, I used a friend’s recipe for the crust and my Mom’s recipe for the filling. I didn’t mill the flour, milk the cow, churn the butter, or pick the apples. Along with those items, I bought the salt, cinnamon, canola oil and lemon juice. I guess I have to say I had some help with this. Without a lot of other people, I wouldn’t have known how to make the crust and filling and wouldn’t have had the ingredients, kitchen tools, oven and electricity to do it.