Stewart doesn’t pull punches when it comes to her mile-high pie—she calls for a whopping 5 ½ pounds of apples, which amounts to about 14 or 15 apples total. You then peel and core them, cutting them into quarter-inch slices and sprinkling lemon juice on them.
From there, you toss them in a combination of flour, sugar and cinnamon. I placed one pie crust onto the pie plate, then mounded the apples on top. I had to arrange them Jenga-style so slices wouldn’t tumble off the top of the pie, but eventually, I got them all on, and carefully studded it with bits of cold butter, as Stewart instructed.
Things got a bit dicey as I fought to get my pie crust topper thin enough to cover the mountain of fruit; as a result, my crust’s crimping turned out, ahem, rustic. Very rustic. Like the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood made it as he tried to convince Red his claws really weren’t so big.
Still, a little egg wash and some sanding sugar distracted from my awkward edges, and barely 10 minutes into the hour-and-a-half-long cook time, my family emerged from the living room, commenting on how great the house smelled.
Stewart suggests putting the pie plate on a baking sheet—do it. I forgot this step, only to have to pause 45 minutes in and frantically add one while scraping bubbling, overflowing apple pie juices from the bottom of my oven.
She also implores you to let the pie cool completely before cutting it, “so the juices have time to thicken,” she says. With a pie this thick, that’s over an hour of waiting! For presentation, it’s worth it, but if you prefer a warm slice of pie, you’ll want to dig in early.