Apple Pie

Today John and I enjoyed a walk in the sunny but cold weather. Atlanta even had snow a couple of nights ago.
Tonight comfort food was on the menu: grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, followed by an apple pie with vanilla ice cream. I've never mastered this iconoclastic American dessert. This one was medium good, not the best.
John was a big fan of pieces of the crust soaked in the apple juice drippings.
When asked, "Who is the baby?" John points to his chest: