Can you guess where we went this weekend?
Can you guess what we baked?
It was quite the busy weekend for the Keenans. Saturday we went to the a local petting zoo and farm along with my parents and Goddaughter. After petting sheep and goats and checking out the little chicks I treated the kids – ok, myself too (I shared) – to some apple cider donuts. Yum!
Sunday we went apple picking with our friends and my Godson. The boys are a few months apart, close enough that they had a blast not just picking apples but running around through a little hay bale maze that was set up and checking out the big tractors going by.
Of course my favorite part of the weekend was the time spent with my Boy. We went hiking up to the back of the apple orchard (because that’s where the best apples are!). There I hoisted Baby Boy up and asked him to pick me good ones. At 18 months I didn’t think he’d be able to pick an apple off a tree. Once again I was surprised by just how much this little boy who used to spend most of his weekends napping on my chest curled up in a little ball can do.
To be sure, he’s still got some learning to do. After picking said apple off the tree he would drop it in the basket, eager to pick another. Gotta teach him these aren’t balls (which is what my Godson was referring to them as), and that they can’t quite be tossed about with reckless abandon.
Still, a few bruised apples aside, everyone had fun and we headed home with a basket full of apples.
I had initially wanted to try my hand at baking apple cider donuts. But after over indulging in donuts the day before, I wasn’t quite up to it. I was also feeling pretty lazy, I won’t lie. See, I somehow tweaked a muscle in my chest. I initially was panicked - I mean, chest pains – hello! But after some Google’ing (product of my generation) realized it was just a pulled muscle. Too much lugging this kid around. That and the roofing the other weekend. Curse my computer worker body.
Back on point, I wanted to bake something but it wasn’t going to be donuts. That’s when, as luck would have it, Rachel rediscovered this German Apple Tart recipe I think I got from my friend Mike’s Mom a few years ago. I must have put it the recipe on a shelf and forgotten about it, until this weekend when preparing for Baby #2 caused it to turn up. Well, seemed to be divine calling or something. So we baked it. Baby Boy and I.
We put him in his little booster seat and he sat right there at the kitchen table next to his Daddy and the bunch of apples. I peeled them and gave him bits, and he’d mix mix mix in his little pot with his rubber spatula. Brought back fond memories of helping my Mom bake, and I look forward to baking more with him as he gets older.
As for the apple tart, it’s fantastic. The dough is really something special, even as simple as it is. I know it’s special because Rachel usually never likes crust, and she commented how great it was. So there you have it.
I still have a bunch of apples left over. So expect another recipe soon. Maybe one that I don’t bake at 8pm at night and ask my awesome wife to photograph in the dark without any natural lighting. <3
Recipe from: My friend Mike’s Mom, Mrs. DeMatos – a la an old photocopied recipe found in a basket some 5 or 6 years later. Gotta love it.