My mother sent me a picture of this
delicious encapsulated dessert: an apple containing its own spiced innards, capped with a cute lattice-topped pie crust. I had to try it. (And, being me, I looked at a picture but completely neglected the accompanying directions- though skimming them now, I think my way is easier.)
But a week or so went by, and I still hadn't made the pie. I live in a dorm, so I don't have the spice rack I wanted to do it justice. And then one of my suitemates brought in these beautiful, gigantic, delicious-smelling apples. So this evening, I decided it was time. And I made do with what I had around, which turned out to be pretty good after all: I chai-spiced the interior, and improvised a thick espresso crust.
When I set out to make this, I was really just going for the visual effect. But I've been so much more pleased with the flavor and consistency of the pie. It is the baked apple, reinvented. The taste is sweet, fresh, natural, healthy even. And it was surprisingly easy to do. A++, will cook again.