This is my "I really don't like apples" post. You see, for years, I thought that I liked apples. Week after week, I would buy apples and then rarely eat them. I tried Granny Smiths, Fujis, Golden Delicious, Red Delicious, Braeburns, you name it, but most of the time, the apples would languish at the bottom of the refrigerator and shrivel up until I finally threw them away. I wish I liked raw apples, I really do. After all, they are cheap fruit and as the saying goes, an apple a day keeps the doctor away. But I don't like raw apples, not even sliced up and dipped in peanut butter.
I have finally come to terms with that fact that I just don't like raw apples. I'm going to stop buying them, unless I bake with them. In the past week, I baked an Almond Apple Pie and Apple Muffins. I think that both of these dishes represent my defeat with raw apples and the fact that I'm just going to embrace the fact that I really don't like them.
I have finally come to terms with that fact that I just don't like raw apples. I'm going to stop buying them, unless I bake with them. In the past week, I baked an Almond Apple Pie and Apple Muffins. I think that both of these dishes represent my defeat with raw apples and the fact that I'm just going to embrace the fact that I really don't like them.
I'm kind of in a pie phase right now. Before the Almond Apple Pie, I made a Chocolate Pudding Pie. I'd really like to get a handle on pie crust and expand my pie repertoire. Next up? Maybe a Strawberry Pie. Stay tuned.
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