Apple Dumplings and Good Intentions

I’m not known for being totally prepared for many things (or any things), so you can imagine my delight when I realized I had all the ingredients on hand to make our family’s favorite Apple Dumplings for yesterday’s Snow Day.

I even had three pounds of fresh apples.  I mean, come on.  This is the stuff that dreams are made of.

I thought of you as I peeled the apples, feeling like Aunt Bea herself, though I suspect she didn’t have this very hand-dandy apple peeler-corer-slicer that is actually so fun to use that I confess I didn’t tell my children I was doing it.  They’d come in and do all the fun parts and leave me to wipe down the sticky counter, and I wasn’t interested in being relegated to that lousy stupid job.
So I followed the recipe and I took pictures of the process, planning to post them here for you with notes and photos and greatness for you to enjoy on your very own Snow Day.

Look at these lovely little pretties. I told you: stuff of dreams.

Except then I left the apples simmering on the stove when I left for an appointment. Peter even said, “Babe, anything you should do for those apples before we go?”

“No,” I said.
“They’re good, I said.
“They’ll simmer and be perfect for when we get back,” I said.

And then we came back to this Dutch Oven situation filled with black caramelized apple mess.  So maybe do that part differently when you make these yourself.

Anyway, here’s the recipe.  Do better than I did.

Your family will love you.