Why is it that people feel the need to shower you with apples at this time of year? Everywhere I turn there is someone offering me a ‘bag of apples’. They come in to my work, leave them by their door for me and even accost me walking down the street with their plastic bag overflowing with apples. The other day I was out walking with Benjamin and even he started collecting apples in his bucket. Don’t get me wrong, I like apples, but each time I get flourished with this shiny, round fruit I feel an instant feeling of guilt knowing that I have to do something with them and not just let them rot. With a big sigh, I added yet another collection of apples to the overflowing trug that is sitting outside my front door getting wet and I prayed for yet another lightbulb moment of ‘things to do with apples’. In the meantime, I decided I needed to do at least something, and with great imagination I decided to make a crumble. Why is this the first thing we always think about when we need to use up some apples?! I chose a baby recipe and proceeded to follow the instructions. However, after painstakingly cutting my apples up and cooking them they only filled a corner of my dish. Cue another hour of peeling and chopping. I was quite impressed with the result- I got all imaginative and also added some frozen berries, oats (which for some reason weren’t mentioned on the recipe) and a good dollop of cinnamon. What I did learn though is that my beautiful kitchen-aid is not the correct item to be mixing a crumble topping in. My topping resembled a big, fat, sticky rugby ball and it took a LOT of oats to break the ball up. I would describe the topping as more of a cobbler but it eventually cooked, taking about 3 times the amount of time that it should have.
After waiting for what seemed like a lifetime for the crumble to cool down I put a dollop in a bowl for Benjamin. He looked at it , curiously for at least five minutes before concluding that it wasn’t something dangerous, it was actually some sort of edible food. Clearly he’s used to mummies unusual concoctions. Mmmmmmm, said Ben, followed by many more ‘mmmmmmm’s’! Yippee, finally a positive cooking result. My dish may not resemble the usual gastro-porn photographs we usually see of crumbles but it was a step in the right direction. Mary Berry watch out. Now, only another 20 crumbles to go and soon there won’t be an apple in sight….