Up the Apples and Pears

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As the more astute of you may have noticed, we slightly over cooked our stewed fruit today.  And when I say slightly overcooked, what I mean is, burnt.  Not a ‘leaves a nasty taste in your mouth afterwards’ kind of burnt, more of a deep caramelised burnt.

However, the wee boy was convinced we could still make a crumble, so, we popped a little crumble topping onto the fruit, and placed the dish in the oven.  Our oven still isn’t working although it does have a little flame that flickers away, so we left the crumble in the oven and went upstairs for a bath.

An hour or so later, having temporarily forgotten about the crumble, we opened the oven door to find that it was still mildly warm, although the topping bared a striking resemblance to a foodstuff suffering from anaemia.

Not to be dissuaded, we placed the dish under a medium heated grill and let it crisp up.

Having done the best we could under the circumstances, we served up our toasted crumble with a splash of milk and tucked in.

Amazingly it was quite delicious, and just goes to show you how, with a little ingenuity, some things really are worth saving.

Apple Crumble for One

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It can be tricky being the only person in the house who is eating sugar, hence a request from the wee boy for apple crumble a few days ago, has not really had the attention paid to it that usually, it would.

However, I have rectified the situation today and whipped up a lovely little crumble, just for him.  In fact, I have a feeling I may have gone slightly overboard on the sweetness.  I cut up an apple and mixed it into a small glass jar that already had some syrup in it.  In my mind I was tidying the place up.  I can only stand small bowls of this, that and the other, around for so long.  So on reflection, it may be slightly over sweet.  Not to worry though, I have counterbalanced this possibility by making rather a large amount of a flour, butter, sugar and oats, crumble topping.

The thing is, as I’m still not eating anything with sugar in it, I’ll never know.  Anything the wee one doesn’t eat will either be hoovered up by son #1 on his return tomorrow, or left in the fridge to go slightly mouldy before being thrown out.

Meanwhile, the gloriousness of being five continues.

Wee boy, looking out of the window:  Mummy, I can see a bird with a white head

Pause

Wee boy, still looking:  And a grey round

Me: A what?

WB: A grey round

Me: You mean a grey body?

WB: Yes

Me: I prefer grey round, shall we call it that?

WB: Ok

I never want these conversations to end

Apple Picking

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I am feeling a little fuzzy today.  And consequently, despite it being our “me and you’ day, the wee boy and I have just done small things which don’t take that long, so that each trip can be interspersed with a sit down and a cup of tea.  That is what happens when you venture out in the evening with loved ones on a ‘school night’.

I would like to say, in my defence that I came home at a reasonable hour, but made the mistake of watching, and then listening, to the Scottish referendum results.  It was possibly a once in a lifetime event though, which is my justification.  But these decisions have consequences.  Hence the fuzziness.

However, this afternoon was apple picking at the wee boy’s Kindergarten.  So we ventured along and arrived just in time for the last few apples to be picked.

To be honest, I didn’t do much except chat to lovely people and internally worry that I was speaking too loudly.  The wee boy had transformed himself into Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars is absolutely where it’s at in our household) so spent the time protecting the universe whilst also making sure no-one left with his lightsaber.

Being totally unprepared, we didn’t take a bag with us to carry the apples so Anakin and I made the decision to just bring seven apples home with us as we both like that number.   Now we have to decide what to make with our pickings.

My money’s on apple crumble.

Apple Crumble

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As far as puddings go, crumbles always remind me of warm, hearty family food.  So it seemed appropriate that today, as the wee boy and I were having one of our special ‘Me and You’ days, we should make something cosy to eat.  But there is also another reason why we made a crumble today.

At the wee boys kindergarten, every day is known by the food they have to eat.  So Wednesday is pasta day, Thursday is rice day and Friday is known as apple crumble day.  In honour of this, our day has been spent talking about, and eventually making, apple crumble.

Firstly, the apples.  We chose beautiful red eating apples, as they were shiny and looked very appealing.  I have a suspicion that baking apples are probably the preferred option of many, as I understand they have a more sour taste and therefore compliment the added sugar, but sometimes you just have to go with the appeal of a food.  Which is what we did.  These were then cored, chopped and added to a pan which had soft brown sugar, butter, and a sprinkling of cinnamon thrown in.  The apples were simmered for the duration of time it took to make, and drink a cup of tea, so that although all coated with the toffee like mixture, they weren’t mushy. They were then plopped into a dish suitable for putting into an oven.

The crumble.  Now I have often played with different crumble toppings, added oats, semolina, ground rice, and even wholemeal flour on occasion, which have been met with a positive reception, but nothing beats the classic flour sugar butter combo which is always met with enthusiasm.

Of course the dish I chose to use, coupled with the ‘still with a crunch’ apple mixture, meant that I had little room for the crumble topping, so made it into a pyramid shape, patting slightly to ensure that the oven didn’t shave the top off when I put it in.  Which is where it was placed, gas mark 5, until it looked done.  Being the proud owner of an oven that will make a decision in the moment as to whether it will cook something more on one side or not, I tend to not really go with timings as it often leads to undercooking or an overdone half.  Therefore, a crumble that is cooked, for me, means the fruit is starting to bubble up around the edges, and the crumble is beginning to look golden.

We left it out for five minutes whilst the vanilla ice cream was taken out of the freezer to defrosted slightly.  It may be worth pointing out at this juncture that we also have a temperamental freezer, which often makes a unilateral decision to freeze food which would make the arctic look like a water pool. However, on this particular day, as the ice cream had only been bought earlier, it didn’t get the chance.

I would recommend apple crumble day to anyone.  It was just lovely.