Apple Pie

My Mother always made a fresh apple pie for the holidays.

And even though she was a die hard Catholic, (wicca was from my fathers side... yes, men are witch's too!!)

She would always start her apple pie, by coring and then slicing the first apple to go into the pie, putting the apples in a large glass bowl... and say:


1st slice for happiness, that grows on a tree
2nd slice for true love, may it always follow me
3rd slice for health, disease free
4th slice for peace flowing like tea
5th slice for appetite, calories flee
and 6th slice for Patience to always follow me

Then she would finish slicing the apples, and add the sugar to sweeten the spell.
And bake her pie.

I always wondered why she said it, since she did not believe in my fathers craft... but you know, sometimes what others do, and say rubs off on you in a good way!