photo by Yunhee Kim |
There are a lot of things I’m not good at. I recently
forgot (yes, forgot) to vote, I never have the right boots for fall, I’m
not blessed with the kind of easy humor that diffuses awkward meetings, and
when it comes to pop culture, well, all my material is significantly dated. And
that’s just the beginning. But there are a few things I do
pretty well—keeping cool under the pressure of a crying toddler—especially on
that’s not my own, is one of them. In fact, if you see me on
an airplane and your wailing child has everyone turning, squinty eyed your way
(as if, folks, that actually helps anything),
you might as well pass her down the aisle to me. I likely have something—a
song, a goofy face, squeaky toy or other surprise in my bag that might help.
Just last week on a plane to Birmingham, a mother sat down in
my row with three kids under age four. She passed them each some some buttery
crackers to keep busy, but just as we were wheels up, the littlest one burst
into sobs. The mother cooed and bounced her babe on her knee, but the wailing
only got worse. I could almost feel her sweating two seats away. Eager to help,
I fished in my purse and produced a handful of Hello Kitty stickers. I passed them her way—instant awe and silence
from the toddler (stickers are magic). The mother leaned over and mouthed a
grateful “thank you.”
Of course, that’s not a talent, really. And
just as often, other parents have entertained my child on an airplane or
restaurant or other places we find ourselves without all the gear needed to
keep things on the up and up. It took me nearly a year to learn we had to bring
wipes, snacks and sunscreen everywhere we go (thanks, every mom I met
in zoos, beaches and parks, who shared theirs until I got the hang of it), and
there’s still lots I have to learn.
Where am I going with this? Ah yes, baked apples.
As women, we grow up believing that we should have a fulfilling career, a satisfying marriage, beautifully
coiffed children who never cry on airplanes and all the answers for when they
do. We expect ourselves to get our holiday cards out on time and make homemade Christmas
gifts and bake, at least once a season, a perfect pie. But the truth is, we can’t
be or do all things, no matter how hard we try. We can’t
be poised, cultured career women and patient, prepared mothers and have nails
that don’t chip or boots that are perfectly up-to-date. And we
can’t all bake rustic, divine-looking pies, even if
technically we could, given the time and energy, someone to entertain the
children while we bake and clean up
after us.
But we all deserve to have an easy, everyday dessert for pie
season that’s just as good and infinitely easier. That’s
baked apples: impossibly simple and nearly guaranteed to make you feel that,
despite your shortcomings, or mine, we’re still darn good
mothers, wives, and women. This is a dessert that promises that we can, sometimes, invite our friends (or our
kid’s friends) over on a Sunday for sweets by the fire, and
still have the energy left to iron our slacks, and pack lunches and ballet
tights and mittens for the next day so that we can try in earnest to be, not
perfect, but our own special breed of our very best. Here’s
to agreeing that’s good enough.
BAKED APPLES | SERVES 6
BAKED APPLES | SERVES 6
A dessert this simple is hard to resist. It relies on the exceptional taste of the apple itself, freshly picked
and still dense with tart, sweet juice that concentrates to baste itself (with
a little help from cinnamon sugar) in the oven. I bake mine in a very hot oven
because it’s the crispy, almost–crème brûlée crackle on the top of the apple
that makes this easy dessert one of my absolute favorites.
3 tbsp unsalted butter, plus room-temperature butter for the
pan
6 crisp, sweet-tart apples such
as Jonagold, unpeeled and cored
1 tsp ground cinnamon
3 to 4 tbsp sugar, depending on the sweetness of the apples
Vanilla ice cream
(optional)
Preheat the oven to 400°F/200°C/gas 6. Lightly brush a medium
baking dish with room-temperature butter and place the apples, touching if
necessary, in the dish, stem-side up. Stir together the cinnamon and sugar in a
small bowl. Put a pat of butter inside each apple and sprinkle the tops with
cinnamon sugar.
Bake until the apples are sitting in their own juices and
starting to sink just a touch and the tops are crispy and caramelizing, 25 to
30 minutes. Cool just slightly on the countertop, about 5 minutes. Spoon the
apples onto small plates or shallow bowls and spoon the juices over the top.
Serve warm.
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5 comments:
There may be some things you're not good at (we all have plenty of shortcomings) but one thing you are is a deeply engaging writer. I long to tell a story as well as you. The apples look divine too!
I could have used you on a few airplane rides in the early days :).
Love the sentiment of this post. We mamas are so hard on ourselves sometimes. Beautiful styling and photo, too.
Kate, thank you for these generous words. I can't tell you how much they mean to me!
Katie, I wish I had run into you and your brood of beautiful girls on an airplane, then or now. Thanks for writing!
Hi Sarah! I couldn't wait to try this recipe and as soon as I finished reading your lovely blog post, I baked the apples with the ingredients that I had in my kitchen: organic coconut oil, organic granny smith apples, ground cinnamon, and coconut sugar.
Super easy to make and delicious! I will be baking more for Thanksgiving. :)
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving day with Andras, Greta, and family!
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