Fall is my favorite season and apples might be my favorite fruit. Like many people, I’ve come to really like the Honeycrisp. Slightly tart, mildly sweet, and very juicy, it was like a strange cross between a watermelon, a Macoun, and a Golden Delicious. When they are in season, I will drive miles out my way to search them out. While they dull in flavor through the winter, they still keep remarkably well and much better than other varieties.
A little late in the fall calendar to make these apple fritters but the recipe is so simple and easy that it doesn’t have to be for a special occasion. Nevermind holidays or Sunday brunch, this is such a quick and straightforward recipe that it’s easy to whip up for a weekday breakfast surprise. The end result is an old fashioned apple sweet treat that is a cross between a donut and a slice of warm pie. It feels indulgent, and the glaze gives it a sweet finish, but the air fryer saves a lot of the fat. And it’s all done in less than twenty minutes. Faster than you can run out and buy a box of pastries.
After a couple of cool weeks, the last few days have brought a bit of Indian summer to late September. Not exactly the perfect weather for apple crisp but is there ever really a bad time to whip up this dessert? It’s a great way to use up some apples when you need a quick fall dessert but don’t feel like making pie dough. It uses mostly pantry ingredients, is very adaptable, tastes great, and comes together quickly enough for a weekday dinner treat. What’s not to like.
Sometimes you see yourself in your kids in the oddest ways. September brings school, soccer, hurricane season and, of course, the first school-borne viruses and colds. We woke up (early) Thursday morning to that dreaded barking seal cough echoing down the hallway. Even with the immunity armor of five years of day care, Ally still picked up a bug in her first few weeks of kindergarten. I suppose I should be relived it wasn’t measles or scarlet fever.
There’s a clear dichotomy in our family in how we respond to illnesses. Michelle flat out refuses to acknowledge she is sick. She has to collapse at 2 a.m. in the bathroom or be admitted to the ER before she might consider taking an aspirin. Being sick just doesn’t fit into her plans. Cecilia is much the same. Even if you witness her sneezing, she will adamantly refuse to admit she actually did. She’s only missed 3 days of school total so far.
I, on the other hand, treat any sniffle or throat tickle like a pending doomsday scenario. I start guzzling herbal tea and green smoothies by the quart as if I can drown the germs in hippie goodness and save myself. I’ll wrap myself in warm baths and comfy sweatpants. I’ll seriously consider going to bed by 4:30 if it will help me get better faster.