How do you make an apple pie in London? First you travel from Mexico, to Germany, to Switzerland and then take EasyJet to London to visit one of your dearest, most favorite, and definitely most FUN friends in the world. (Here she is, the gorgeous Alayne Reesberg, pictured below.) 
No sooner do you arrive you pack up the car and head out of the city to The Cotswolds, the quaint countryside near Oxford, about an hour and a half northwest of London.
You navigate the winding country roads, dodging wild pheasants, and end up in the town of Burford where can easily imagine you’re going to run into William Shakespeare on the street. 
You resist stopping on Burford’s High Street (pictured) for a spot of tea and a plate of scones in one of its many inviting tea shops and instead keep driving until you come to the cottage of Alayne’s friends.
Julia offers you a bag of apples from the trees in her back yard. The apples, you know, will taste better than anything you could buy in a London grocery store as her yard is as magical as the cottage — lush and green, surrounded by grazing sheep and a meandering creek, and there’s an antique covered wagon from Ireland painted fire-engine red sitting in the middle of it all. (The word “eccentric” comes to mind.) You happily accept the apples, putting the bag in the car and driving back to London.
Bread, pie, it’s all “jolly good” or “brilliant!” as the Brits like to say.
(For the complete, step-by-step apple pie process, see “How to Make an Apple Pie in Mexico.”)
Later, you watch as yet another perfect pie enters the world and another baker is born.
