If you’re a control freak (aka a perfectionist), go French. It’s methodical, beautiful, and pairs perfectly with a dollop of crème fraîche and a glass of wine. You’ll feel like a character in a Netflix cooking show.
If you’re a chaos goblin (aka my kind of person), go Dutch. It’s forgiving, decadent, and best served warm with a scoop of vanilla ice cream that melts into the crumble. It’s the pie equivalent of wearing your favorite sweatpants to a fancy dinner—bold, but right.
The Real Plot Twist: Neither Is Better
Here’s the thing: both pies are champions. The French pie is for when you want to feel like you’re in a Parisian café, pretending to read a novel while eating carbs. The Dutch pie is for when you want to sit on a porch in autumn, covered in a blanket, and forget your to-do list.
Dutch Apple Pie: What’s So Dang Different About It? – BISTROLAFOLIE
And let’s be real—the real winner is the apple. Apples are the unsung heroes. They show up, get chopped or sliced, sit in sugar or brandy, and still say, “I’m fine, thanks for the love.” Applause for apples!
