If potatoes are my father, then apples are my mother.
And no, smarty pants, that does not mean that I am some misbegotten product of genetic engineering (the papple? the aptato?), I mean that there is no food I associate more with my Da than boiled potatoes and no greater sweetness than the Mammy’s apple tart or crumble.
Separate and individual, vegetable and fruit, they can, like parents, be happy cohabitants. Think potato pancakes and apple sauce.
Potato-apple parcels - a very happy marriage
So, too, with these potato-apple parcels. Lofty apples wrapped in earthy potato pastry.
Together, like all the best couples, they seem like they were meant to be. Continue reading
Apple pudding, hot whiskey sauce, 'nuff said
Winter hasn’t gone away, y’know (like you needed reminding). Neither, therefore, has the need to keep my body warm both inside and out. And while thermal underwear will do for the latter, you still can’t beat a hot whiskey for the former.
The unfortunate truth, though, is that (try as I might) Spud cannot live on hot whiskeys alone – I find that pudding is required at least every once in a while.
If you are what you eat, then there’s no getting around the fact that, last month, I was an apple. A bramley apple to be precise.
My increased apple intake had a lot to do with the fact that the Best In Season folks were running another recipe competition, this time with bramleys in mind. I hadn’t done too shabbily last time out, so I was all on for having another go. Thus there was much baking and subsequent consumption of bramleyed goods. Enough, if the old apple-a-day adage is anything to go by, to ensure that my doctor would be kept away indefinitely. And in the end, I tasted what I had made, and indeed it was good, I-must-make-you-again-soon kind of good.
Bramley apples, desserted