Very Excellent Guest Post by Brian. About Zucchini.

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Have I introduced my wonderful family yet?

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No, I am not standing in a hole! I selected my wonderful husband, Bob, (the older of the two very handsome tall men) exactly 30 years ago. Today. Or Sunday. Depending. It’s a long story involving a blind date with a very, very short, Jewish doctor, known forever to us as “Howard the Urologist.” Suffice it to say, I decided to go with the tall Irish guy.

Our first born is Megan, the very beautiful, talented, amazing ridiculous young woman next to me. She is in graduate school studying Animal Behavior and Conservation, researching dolphins and whales. She is an artist, a writer and editor, a great photographer, and a wonderful cook. What a terrific person with whom to do a blog. As I mentioned yesterday. I’ll be giving you the link soon, I promise!

The “baby” of the family is Brian. He is our guest blogger today. He deserves his own picture, don’t you think? I love this picture because it was taken on Kauai and it brings back great memories. He does look a bit broody, and he’s not really a broody guy. But that red dirt was slippery and we all kept falling, which was annoying. And the sun was in his eyes. But I love the picture, so I’m posting it.
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When Brian was six, he was eating chicken nuggets and fries at a local pub. There were no vegetables in sight. He said, “Mom. About zucchini. I don’t think it’s very good for children.”

Today, Brian is a Senior political science major at The George Washington University. He is an occasionally famous competitive gamer. He is also a talented photographer. And he is a fabulous low-carb cook. Last year, he exploded a slow cooker full of chili. But that was my fault. Most if his great creation get devoured without incident.

So, without further embellishment, I give you Brian’s recipe (sent to me in an e-mail with the subject line, “I did a thing.”):

Zucchini and Ground Beef Skillet Lasagna á la Brian

INGREDIENTS:
2 medium zucchinis, because CARBS DON’T OWN YOU
Half of a medium onion, diced
3 cloves of garlic, chopped to your preference
1 lb. Ground beef/turkey/meat of your choice, just don’t you dare use fish you filthy animal
Several glugs of olive oil
1/3 of a bottle of red wine
1 large jar of tomato sauce, because cutting corners is okay every once in a while. We can’t all be Deb Bernstein, right?
Small amount of milk/cream
Around a cup of pre-shredded mozzarella, I just eyeballed it so I don’t really know
Parmesan, the more the better
Salt and Pepper, obviously
An uncomfortable amount of cream cheese (ricotta would work just as well if not better)
1 egg
1/8 stick of Butter
Crushed red pepper flakes
Whatever Italianish seasoning you have on hand

THE ZUCCHINI
– Slice the zucchini into quarter-inch coins. Optionally, throw them into a skillet on medium heat with olive oil and salt. This will both soften the zucchini and take out some of the moisture, which is good because this lasagna is liquidy as all hell. Would probably work fine without this step, but you’ll feel more chefy if you do it.
THE CREAM SAUCE
– In a small bowl, combine cream cheese/ricotta (I used a small package of pre-whipped cream cheese because I’m a college student and my roommates like bagels so that what we had. if using regular soften in the microwave first), a small handful of mozzarella, a tablespoon of grated parmesan, a teaspoon of olive oil, the egg, and salt and pepper to taste. Stir until it’s a single, delicious entity. If you taste it and want to eat the whole bowl with a spoon, you’re doing it right. Try not to get salmonella.
THE SAUCE SAUCE
– Put a large skillet to medium/high heat. Add olive or canola oil, the onion, the garlic, and salt. Fry until the onion is translucent and the garlic smells like happiness. Add your ground beef, making sure to break it up as much as possible. When you can spot no more pink in your beef, add the red wine. Stir and let it simmer for about a minute. Add your tomato sauce, and whatever seasonings you have; I added only crushed red pepper, garlic powder, and pepper, but basil/oregano/whatever would help. When the sauce has reached a desirable consistency, drop the heat down to low. Add a dash of milk/cream cause you’re one luxurious son-of-a-bitch, and a small handful of grated parmesan. Taste it. Taste more of it. Dang that’s good. Mario Batali would be proud of you.
EL LASAGÑA
– Preheat an oven to 350 degrees. Take the largest skillet you have and rub down with butter (be sure to rub the inside but NOT the outside. This will humiliate the pan). Add just enough tomato sauce to cover the bottom. Put down a little less than half your zucchini, as flat as possible. Cover with half your cream sauce, distribute as evenly as possible with a wooden spoon. This is difficult if you went the cream cheese route but just do your best, I believe in you. Cover with half your remaining mozzarella, or just enough to cover evenly, and do the same with dat parm. add half your remaining tomato sauce and spread it around. Add the rest of the zucchini in the same manner, and the rest of the cream sauce. Cover with the rest of your tomato sauce, then another layer of mozzarella and parmesan. Throw some olive oil across the top cause you’re the boss, then put that saucy biznitch in the oven. Sit back. Enjoy the rest of your wine because you’re awesome and you deserve it and you’re bored. Rotate the lasagna occasionally because you have nothing better to do. Allow to bake until cheese is golden-brown, which is realistically 30-45 minutes but will feel like an eternity. Remove, and allow to sit for 15 minutes or 10 if you have no self-control. Cut and serve with a spatula, or just eat the whole thing because at this point you’re drunk and its god-damn delicious. Serves 4-5 or 1 Brian.

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Abundance and Gratitude

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Yesterday was a busy day of being dr deb. Right before I left my office to meet a colleague for a lunch meeting, I listened to voicemails. By the end of the first message, I was in tears, off my feet. Terribly sad news about someone I’ve known and cared about for many years; my job requires confidentiality, so I can’t say more than that, but you get the idea.

If you know me, you know that death has been a very strong presence in my life for a long time. The “veil” that protects all of us from focusing too sharply on mortality is quite sheer for me. Yet. News like this still has the capacity to stop me in my tracks. And to remind me, once again, of how important it is to center myself in the present, and to appreciate the wonder that is my life right now.

The kids, Bob and I have a text thread that we keep alive with this and that throughout the week, mostly silliness and food, movies and food, massively irreverent musings about Six Feet Under, newsy bits. And food. So, I let them know I was sad, and they all responded with care and concern.

Brian called from GWU at suppertime to check on me. He was sitting in front of his oven drinking red wine. He’d spent the afternoon creating a zucchini lasagna (he promises to do a guest post soon) and was watching carefully to make sure it didn’t burn. We caught up on events of the week and I could tell he was making sure I was ok. And by the time I hung up the phone, the hurt in my heart had been replaced with love. And gratitude.

On my run this morning, I reflected on the richness of my life. I know too well how easy it is for good fortune to change, sometimes in an instant. So, I try to remember to experience abundance fully and to be grateful.

Megan and I are working on a new food blog together! It will be called Chick Pea and Rutabaga and the first post is about Abundance. We’ll be ready to share it soon! In the meantime, I have some teasers for you.

This is the Abundance Bowl I made for supper last night. It is called “Leftover Abundance Bowl with Quail Eggs.”

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Apricot-sesame glazed organic chicken thighs, local red leaf lettuce, baked local sweet potatoes (yup, I dug ’em myself!), steamed local organic broccoli and the aforementioned quail eggs.

I couldn’t help playing with the quail eggs before I peeled them.

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Aren’t they adorable?

And here’s the teaser. I’ll tell you more about it in Chick Pea and Rutabaga. Hint: there are no chick peas or rutabagas in here…
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What would you put in your abundance bowl?

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Alone in the Kitchen with an Eggplant and a Bird

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As a potter, I appreciate the eggplant. It is perfect in its imperfection, the curves are exquisite. If I could ever make a lid as pleasing as the leafy bit at the stem end, I would be satisfied. The skin of any eggplant has the features of a perfect glaze. Not too matt, not too glossy, it is “buttery” to the touch. The whole object is in balance and harmony. Don’t even get me started on the range of colors to be found in the eggplant palette.
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But unlike my food writer idol, Laurie Colwin, I have never been the culinary eggplant’s greatest fan. Laurie’s essay, “Alone in the kitchen with an eggplant,” is probably my favorite piece of food writing. It epitomizes what was great about Laurie, about food writing, and what I hoped would be great about eggplant. But like the other things I’m supposed to like but don’t (these are my own rules), I tried and failed many times. Oh, the other things are: Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, anchovies, most cheeses made from the milk of sheep, and caviar.

Of course, a really gooey eggplant parm or chinese eggplant with pork can be yummy, but seriously. Can you digest that and feel well? I can’t. Otherwise, no matter what I did, I found eggplant to be spongy, bitter, and completely lacking in charm. So, I concluded that Laurie’s favorite vegetable is only good in the presence of a quantity of fat that is out of my culinary league.
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Until Wendy suggested I put a cubed eggplant under the turkey. She shut me up when I started protesting and complaining. She knows me so well. She said it was just for the purposes of gravy making and that I wouldn’t even be eating the offending vegetable. So, I threw the chunks in the bottom of the roasting pan, along with some leeks (Wendy and I are both big fans of the leek), and proceeded to make the best gravy I’ve ever eaten. If you want my gravy making tutorial, leave me a comment (it’s easy, it’s fun!).

I tasted one of the pieces of eggplant before I started the gravy. It was a revelation! Roasty, toasty, silky, infused with chickeny goodness, I could have eaten all of it and had none left for the all-important gravy (my family puts a great deal of stock in gravy—pun intended). This probably happened ten years ago. Since then, I’ve never failed to put eggplant under my turkey. But until recently, I didn’t think much more about it.

Then I had a bumper crop of eggplant. We were apple picking at Ochs, there were many beautiful specimens and that potter thing took over. I just couldn’t resist the little darlings. Once I got them home, I needed to figure out what to do with them. So, I thought about the poultry incident and I invented Moussakasagna. This is a dish, invented by me, involving ground turkey made into a tomato meat sauce, layered with roasted eggplant, white sauce, and cheese. I know, it’s a cultural abomination, but it sure is delicious.
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Flush with the success of another eggplant/bird combo, I tried throwing roasted eggplant into a pot of turkey chili to great effect. Just toss chunks of eggplant with a little oil, salt and pepper and roast until nice and soft. Then toss into your pot of chili. Cook for a half hour or so to get everything friendly. I imagine this would be good with beef chili, too, but around here, we tend toward turkey. The aforementioned moussaka bastardization would probably be good with beef or lamb, too, but then it wouldn’t include a bird now, would it?

My most recent eggplant/bird experiment involved a nice Bell and Evans chicken brought home to me by my kind husband from Whole Foods. He gets out of Warwick sometimes and finds these things for us. So nice. I prepped the chicken as my other guru, Judy Rodgers, taught me (all these dead gurus). A day before cooking, I seasoned it with sea salt and pepper and then let it sit, uncovered overnight so the skin would dry a bit (this helps with crisping, always desirable). I chunked up a big eggplant and a couple of sweet potatoes and tossed them with a little oil, salt and pepper. Now, this is is little fussy, but indulge me here. I roasted in a 12 inch skillet. And I put the eggplant pieces under the chicken, the sweet potato pieces around the perimeter so they would caramelize more. I roasted the chicken upside down for ½ hour at 375° convection. And then I moved the veggies around a little, turned the chicken, and roasted for another ½ hour. I took out the chicken and put it on a plate, let it rest for a few minutes before carving, popped the pan back into the oven to cook a bit more while I put the rest of the meal together.

The rest of the meal was an arugula salad with lemon, olive oil, shaved parm and freshly ground pink sea salt (a gift from Karen, so wonderful) and pepper, some sliced tomato, and my home baked sourdough.

It seems that this poultry arrangement was the “gateway” to a new attitude about eggplant. Maybe I could be alone with one? Here are the things I think I’ve learned about cooking these smooth beauties:

1. Make sure you cook them fully. An undercooked piece of eggplant is not pleasant.
2. I like roasting best.
3. Plenty of salt is important.
4. Seasonings that work well: smoked paprika, sesame, thyme, cayenne, ginger.
5. Roasting and then adding to a stew or sauce is good.

I doubt I will ever make a big dish of eggplant for myself when no one else is home. I’m more of an eggplant-for-a crowd woman now. But I have overcome my aversion and for that I am grateful and proud.

Here are some friends who are proud of me. I invited them over to keep me company in the kitchen with my eggplant and poultry, but they were happy out in the pasture.

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The Application of Heat

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Yesterday, I glazed, loaded and fired pots. I prepped and baked bread, turkey thighs, and sweet potatoes. We were having a rainy nor’easter, so instead of running, I spent 70 minutes on the cross trainer talking to Linda and Mom (not at the same time). By 5:00, I was coated in a patina consisting of sweat, dust, clay, flour and Sadie fur. On this sort of day, neither showering nor napping before supper is optional.

Potters say that opening a kiln is like Christmas morning. I don’t entirely resonate with this since I never had that childhood experience. But I did get to see my own kids have it, which is probably just as good. Not to go off on too much of a tangent (it’s my blog, I can do what I want)…we did the Santa thing when the kids were little. We did the Chanukah thing, too. I found that I didn’t really like lying to them, but it was magic, so I went with it. But it was tricky for me. The Christmas presents came from a fictional cultural icon, the Chanukah presents came from us. I wanted credit for the magic! I found myself trying to justify giving them the best stuff for Chanukah. It felt great when they looked up from the nest of wrapping paper and said, “thanks, Momma, thanks, Daddy,” and not quite as great when they said, “I love Santa!”
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The magic is, after all, about transformation. Suddenly, you have something special and new. In the case firing pots, the transformation has to do with the application of heat. The glazes have melted and solidified, fused with the clay. The clay itself has vitrified (turned into glass). Cooking food also involves the application of heat. Raw ingredients change in texture, color and digestibility, liquids boil and evaporate, fats melt, sugars caramelize, the house smells wonderful.

There are scientists and anthropologists who believe that cooking food (the application of heat) is what is responsible for human intelligence and civilization. And, of course, pottery (first presumably fired with food in it) was intimately involved in that process. Which reminds me of one of my favorite Megan stories.
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I think my daughter was a junior in high school. She had a lot of interests and talents. An avid reader and writer, she was (and is) a really fine singer, messed around with the guitar, liked to draw and take photographs; she could sew, knit and do macrame’. Oh, let’s not forget she’d been scuba diving since she was 10. So I was a little surprised when she said to me, “Mom, I have a new hobby. I’m really good at it.” I couldn’t imagine! “What is it?” And she says, completely serious, “evolutionary biology.”

Sorry, back to the application of heat. You may remember we dug sweet potatoes last week. I want to tell you about roasting them. I love sweet potatoes and the food police tell me they are incredibly healthy, which makes me quite gleeful. I like ‘em roasted whole. Brian really likes it when I take the whole roasted ones, peel them, and put them in the food processor to make a very silky puree’. A little butter and salt…maybe some brown sugar, honey or maple syrup. This preparation is really great for a party or holiday because it reheats perfectly in the microwave or oven so you can make it ahead. Sweet potato puree’ makes a great bed for stewy things.
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But my “go to” sweet potato dish is simple, easy, and so good. You can really use whatever oven temp you’ve got going and adjust the cooking time accordingly. Just wash ‘em, cut into chunks and put the chunks on a parchment lined baking sheet. I’m a big fan of parchment because it enables you to enjoy the nice crust you get on the food rather than having to scrape it off the pan after supper.
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Toss the potato pieces with a little oil, salt, pepper, and sugar. You can really use just about any oil. I’m sure coconut would be amazing, but Bob doesn’t like it, so you’ll have to let me know about that. Olive is great, walnut, almond and hazelnut are wonderful, peanut is good. I’m sort of off canola after I read some negative things about it. And my favorite sugar now is organic cane. I am not sugar phobic, but if you are, you could skip it. Or use honey or maple.

You’re aiming for about a half hour in a 400° oven. But I did them today for a couple of hours at 275° while the thighs roasted. It’s nice if you toss them around once to get all the cut sides into contact with the pan surface for a while. But this is really optional. You can tell by feel when they’re done. If you don’t have asbestos hands like me, you can poke them with a fork.

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These are great alongside any kind of roasted meat, meatloaf, veggie burgers; I love them next to a nice piece of salmon. I’ve tossed them into salads, they seem to have a natural affinity for lentils. And they are a must in any kind of abundance bowl.

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While I was roasting dinner and the kiln was cooking my pots, I took a nice, hot shower and a little snooze…

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More Apples

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Warwick in the fall!

I promise this blog will go in lots of different culinary directions. But I am not done with apples yet. Today will be our second round of apple picking, so I am sharing more apple stories and another recipe.  Megan is coming home! And Patrice and Jack are coming to Warwick! Patrice is Bob’s sister Joan’s youngest daughter and Jack is her intended. I loaded a bisque yesterday with the bowls I am making as a gift for their December wedding (12/13/14). I am hoping that after we get back from the orchard, they will help me unload the bisque and choose a glaze combination. Check back for pictures around Christmastime.

I thought you might like to hear about our traditional apple picking routine. And then, we’ll do some baking.

First, we assemble our companions. Over the years, apple pickers have been parents, siblings, dogs, friends, children, children’s friends, my beloved life partner, and members of his side of the family. This year, it was just Bob and me on the first round, and today, we’ll have company.

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Next, we consult the map. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve picked at that orchard. It doesn’t matter that I can’t read a map if my life depends on it. We pore over the map. Then, we go for the Jonagolds. We sample them, pick a few. It is essential to sample from each tree before procuring any fruit from that particular plant.

Then, we feel a sense of guilt and responsibility toward all the other varieties even though we don’t like most of them nearly as much as we like Jonagolds. We go looking for the Mutsus and sample them, exclaiming at their huge beautitiousness, put off a bit by their thick skins. We pick a few of these after comparing the fruit of several trees. About now, we start to spit out some of the samplings (TMI? Sorry!). How much skin and pulp can a person comfortably swallow?

Now, we look for the row of Jonagolds that are in the whole other part of the orchard. We sample these and decide that the other ones were better, and make the trek back up the hill; it is essential to wipe out all the energy of all the participants in the apple adventure. Along the way, the Golden Delicious call to us and we are stunned at their spicy crispness. It is embarrassing to indulge in eating an apple named Delicious, but we stare down our own shame, and add a few to the bag. Then, we finish our journey and fill the rest of the space to the very top with our original favorites and head home for a shower and supper.

Supper has to be something with tomato sauce: pizza, spaghetti and meatballs or lasagna. I’ve prepared ahead because I am pretty much done in after all that apple anguish. Tonight, we’re having whole wheat pasta with turkey meatballs and sweet italian sausage, arugula salad and my homemade sourdough. Chocolate chip cookies for dessert. You never want an apple dessert on the same night you’ve tasted so much fruit. Tonight, I shower, relax, and eat with my fellow apple pickers. Tomorrow, I bake.

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Tarte Tatin for Two

You need a 6 inch nonstick saute’ pan for this recipe. And you need to make a flaky pastry. Real or rough puff pastry is great, but any buttery tart pastry is fine. No, you are not allowed to buy premade pastry. Jonagold or Golden Delicious are great for baking. Don’t use Grannies from the supermarket. And if you try to make it with Red Delicious, I will come to your house and tickle you to death.

½ recipe tart pastry (for 8 or 9 inch pan), chilled (freeze or refrig the rest for later)
2 large or 3 medium apples, peeled, cored, and cut in quarters
2 tbs. unsalted butter
3 tbs. brown sugar
tiny squeeze lemon juice
pinch salt

Preheat the oven to 350°. Melt the butter in the saute’ pan. Add the sugar, stir to melt the sugar and to combine it with the butter. Now, lay the apple pieces in a pretty pattern into the pan. You can take the pan off the heat to do this. Jam them in a bit as they will shrink when they cook and then fit better.

Put the pan back on a medium heat, and cover the pan for 5 minutes or so. The apples should turn translucent on top and the butter/sugar mixture should be bubbling. Cook uncovered for a few more minutes while you roll out the pastry. Use the pan lid to get the size right.

Now take the pan back off the heat and lay the pastry over the top, tucking in the edges as if you were putting the little apples pieces gently to sleep. Pop the napping apples with their pastry blanky into the nice warm oven. Set the timer for 25 minutes and have a cup of tea. You’ve earned it.

The tart is ready when the pastry is lightly browned. Let it sit for maybe two minutes while you find the right diameter plate, preferably one made by me! Now, place the plate on top of the pan and hold it with one hand while you grip the handle (use heat protection!) with the other. Flip. Pray. Use a silicone spatula to reassemble or realign any misbehaving caramelized apple slices.

Serve with lightly sweetened, softly whipped cream, vanilla or dulce de leche ice cream.

Here are some old pictures of Megan and Brian in the orchard.

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More, More Apples
October 19, 2014

I was a little worried that almost two weeks after Applefest, the orchards would be picked clean. But our energetic little band of apple seekers (Patrice, Jack, Megan, Bob and I) set out prepared to climb, and with a backup plan to hike instead, if it came to that.

We went to Ochs again and initially, it didn’t look promising. We picked some tomatoes, cabbages, little eggplants, and peppers. And then we checked out the raspberry canes. We didn’t think to bring a container, so we stuffed ourselves with the best berries any of us have ever tasted. We couldn’t tear ourselves away…but we needed to search for apples. Then, in the back of the orchard, in a spot we’d never noticed, we found them! Spygold! Plentiful, huge, crisp, tart, sweet, the quintessential, eating and baking apple! We filled our bags very happily.

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How could we top that? I’ll tell you! Another new orchard find. We dug sweet potatoes with our bare hands! And then picked some pumpkins. And then, flush with our success and the stunningness of the day, we decided to hike Cascade to the Appalachian Trail. It was a perfect way to round out the afternoon.

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The group confirmed my theory about the appropriate post-apple supper and we all ate heartily. The soon-to-be-hitched got to see their future pasta set and to contemplate glaze choices. It was a truly great day.

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Apples

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Last night, a tree came down in the neighborhood and the power went out for a few hours. It didn’t really impact our evening much, but I noticed I felt disoriented and clumsy as I went about getting supper ready, eating and cleaning up dishes. Routine, ritual, the repetition of daily, weekly, monthly, and yearly life is vital to our sense of well-being. And I rely on it to make me feel safe, give me a sense of belonging, and to make life feel meaningful.

For me, apple picking is that kind of ritual. I have done it every year since the age of three, except one. It took a full cycle of seasons or me to find the fortitude to resume it in the permanent absence of my apple chucking “little” brother and his bounding golden pup. All the other years of my life, we have invited friends, pets and family, traipsing up and down hills, climbing trees and sampling liberally to choose the crispest and most flavorful fruit we could find. I like a nice balance of sweet and tart.

We packed up a two day old Megan in a pouch and drove down the mountain to pick in September of 1990. I made applesauce to put in the freezer so that would be her first solid food when she was ready to supplement breast milk in early spring. She told me she wasn’t crazy about pureed fruit and never would be so I ate it myself!

When I was pregnant with Brian, on a long run, I discovered the Jonagold, shining in a beam of light, bright red, huge, I remember it calling to me. I snuck under the fence. It was a revelation! I like them slightly underripe; they are great for eating out of hand, for baking, and for sauce. I’m also a big fan of the Mutsu. And this year, the Golden Delicious were spectacular, spicy and snappy. Who knew?

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My dad and Bob both love apple desserts and I love making them: pies, tarts (including tatin), betties, crumbles, and cakes are all fun to bake and wonderful with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. But my favorite is the crisp.

You can do so much with this recipe. The other day, I added some raspberries (which we picked at the orchard, an October raspberry is exceptional). You can vary the nut, use a different fat, use pears or add cranberries or raisins…the options are almost infinite. I use organic ingredients if I can get them. It’s best to peel the apples, but I usually don’t bother. I don’t like cinnamon or nutmeg in apple desserts, I think they are too dominant. But if you do, add some.

Crisp:

1 stick unsalted butter, cold, cubed
½ cup rolled oats
½ cup ap or white whole wheat flour
½ cup brown sugar
Zest of ½ lemon (optional)
Juice of ½ half lemon
1/3 cup almonds
pinch of salt

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Filling:

3 really big or 4 medium apples (Golden Delicious or Jonagold are great), cubed
½ cup brown sugar
1 tbs. cornstarch
Juice of ½ lemon
½ tsp. vanilla

Preheat the oven to 350°. Grease a 9 inch round or square pie, cake or brownie pan. Glass, metal or ceramic will all be fine. Toss all the filling ingredients together in a big bowl. Taste liberally to give yourself strength to finish the baking. Prepare an extra apple because you have pilfered so much.

Put all the crisp ingredients into the food processor and whiz together until well combined. Taste this too, but not too much because there’s no good way to throw together extra without messing up the proportions and having to start over. Which is discouraging.

I like to throw a small handful of the crisp onto the bottom of the pan before I add the filling. Sort of like a little cheater bottom crust. Add the apples and then strew the topping artfully over top.

Bake 30-40 minutes until the topping is browned and the apples are soft (poke or taste carefully). Let cool a few minutes before serving. I prefer to serve a crisp warm with vanilla or caramel ice cream. But room temp is fine. Snitching right out of the pan is good, too. Leftovers store well, covered, for a few days in the fridge. Reheating in the microwave is not ideal, but it’s buttery oats and fruit, what could be bad?

And if the power is out and the microwave doesn’t work, eat it cold, it’ll warm your heart anyway!

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