The apple fest in our apartment started after various conversations between the roomies about being more Vermonty this year. Three years in the Green Mountain State and we can't reall say much as far as our outdoor adventures go. So times are changing readers. This past Saturday we went to Chapin's Apple Orchard for a nostalgic hour or two, in hopes of bringing home some ruby reds.
As you are aware if you actually read this blog on a regular basis, (Adria and roomies, that's you) we do family dinners every Sunday. Fitting perfectly well into our assignment on the schedule of making dessert, the apple excursion led to the second half of the most epic family dinner ever. And so it begins.
For those of you who aren't aware, apple pie and apple crisp are not easy tasks. Apples too mushy resemble sauce and apples too crisp don't soak up all of the cinnamon love juice. It is not for the faint of heart.
Kayla Norris, being the doll that she is, peeled at least a half peck of apples while Heather, Meaghan and I scooted to the library for some Sunday homework junk. Within the half hour or so of us being gone, Kayla had all of these babies peeled and sliced, ready for layering in my pie and Meg's crisp.
Victims of Kayla's apple massacre.
These two desserts come in number of varieties, and it seems like it's like people's taste in beer-- sure they'll all fill you up and get you drunk, but it's all a matter of what suites you. With two different family recipes in hand, Meg and I opted to make the two different dishes, thus coaxing our other fear of running out.
Meg prepping the crisp and Kay helping me out by coating the apples for the pie.
With rumors that the guys could be popping over for dinner at any moment (they seem to be mastering their degrees in being vague rather than their actual majors), we threw the goodies in the oven and hoped for the best. I wanted to eat the crumble tops off of both dishes, but knew they'd be especially epic when crunchy and cooked.
Cinnamon, brown sugar, and lots of delicious noise.
The waiting game begins! 50 minutes to ecstatsy!
I know I have ripped on the guys in previous posts on what they have literally brought to the table for our last few meals, but their main courses have really blown me away. Tom Keefe is a man who knows his meat. Take that as you will, but Tom made amazing steak tips about two weeks ago, and didn't let us down this week. Cruising in our door a little after 8pm were two bacon and jalepeno topped meatloaves, (not the scary elementary school cafeteria kind) along with a bowl of peas and perfectly seasoned hand-mashed potatoes.
Wish you were here!
Within fifteen or so minutes, twelve of us polished off all of the dishes pictured above. I was nervous that no one was going to have room for our pies, but miraculously, we all made room. And thank god, because dessert was beyond delicious.
The McGinty Family Crisp.
The Keans' Family Pie.
Coming up on 24-hours later, I think it's safe to say we've finally digested. With a few servings of crisp and slice of pie in the fridge, it's safe to say it was a successful night in the land of family dinners. I have to admit that I didn't know if they would stay strong, but I'm sure glad they did because if the food didn't draw you over, the conversation still would've.
Latina Princess.
UNTiL THEN,
textually frustrated.
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