Friday, September 28, 2012

Comfort Me With Apples

Autumns of my childhood are inextricably linked to apples.

Every year, my father would run an apple picking trip for the kids in his urban high school; they'd drive their tricked-out cars to the northernmost points in New Jersey, where they parked them under the trees among the apples that had already fallen, now fermenting on the ground.  And they'd do what most people do in an apple orchard: climb trees.  It was the one time every year when I was given permission to climb trees, too, and I remember grabbing hold of the branches, finding a sturdy limb high in a tree heavy with fruit, and resting against the trunk, sinking my teeth into one I'd just picked.  I learned early about varieties of apples: that they didn't just come in two colors, but in all shades of red and pink and yellow and green, some wish a base color and a blush, some with shiny skin.  Some were round, and some were shaped like hearts, with bumps and ridges at the bottom.  And the variety of tastes!  To my undeveloped palate, the sweet crisp McIntosh were the perfect apples, but I learned to love Jonagold and Honeycrisp and Gala and Pink Lady, and as I got older, I discovered the Winesap.

We would pick bushels of apples--more fruit than I thought we could use--but my parents would store them int the stall shower of our basement, where it was dark and cool like a root cellar, and somehow they disappeared into my father's apple spiced apple compote, or into our lunchboxes, or--though more rarely--into a pie.

When I worked in the university, I took my students apple picking a few times, loading them onto a bus, and giving them photocopied sheets about apple varieties, encouraging them to taste them, to notice how amazing an apple could be.  Now that I look back at it, those early days in the orchard were my first exposure to eating locally, knowing where your food comes from, and to the incredible range of varietals--and those bus trips were my attempt to pass on my love for fresh food.

On Wednesday the kids had off from school, and I suggested meeting some of I'.s friends at a local orchard.  We went on a hayride, picked more apples than any of us think we could possibly use, and tasted the difference between Macoun and Cortland and Winesap.  Because the signs are clearly posted telling us not to, we didn't exactly climb trees.  But the kids climbed all over the playground afterwards, looking out across the valley onto the beautiful expanse of autumn in our county.  And then we came home, and S. made pie for breakfast.

Grammy L's Apple Pie
S. loves this pie; it's his grandmother's recipe.  I am a stubborn pie snob, and I prefer my pie, but this one is a lot faster, involves no rolling of crust, and I'm not going to turn down homemade pie, especially if I don't have to make it.

1 stick margarine
2 c. flour
6 T. sugar
7 medium apples, grated
1 T. sugar
1/2 t. cinnamon

Preheat oven to 400F.

Crumble margarine, flour, and sugar together.  Press 2/3 of the mixture into the bottom of a pie pan.  Set aside the other 1/3.

Combine the apples with sugar and cinnamon.  Top with the remaining crumb crust and sprinkle with cinnamon.  Bake about 40 minutes, or until the filling bubbles.
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6 comments:

ana said...

spending most of my life in the house, local apples & apple picking are new to me---we are going to go this year for the first time to a nearby orchard. I gotta say though, as much as I love the cooler weather & the changing leaves, I am 100% a summer fruits gal myself. I'll grudgingly eat apples, and winter oranges are good for a couple of months, but I'm already waiting for peach & berry season to return :)

Kathy said...

I have happy memories of going apple picking with my family when I was a kid. My mother-in-law and I took Sean once a few years ago and had a lot of fun. My palate may be undeveloped, but McIntosh are still my favorite to eat plain! When I want apples to put PB on or dip in caramel or cheddar and beer fondue, then I go Granny Smith. Bob's favorite are Red Delicious. How awesome you got to have apple pie for breakfast! I always seem to leave your blog craving some kind of food, but my heart and soul feel full from your beautiful and inspiring writing. xoxo

April said...

That sounds lovely! My stepsister had a cherry orchard when I was growing up, and we used to pick those, but I've always wanted to go apple picking.

Yesterday Ian and I finally had a chance to stop and check out what we thought were apple trees we'd been driving by for weeks. When we got closer, they weren't apples, and I had to turn to google to find out they were Osage oranges.

Lavender Luz said...

Lovely memory. I never did go apple picking or tree climbing, and I loved living it through your post.

My friend from MomInManagement.com gave me a bagful of apples just today. Guess whose recipe I'm going to use them with? Tessa will help me and we'll think of

I'll let you know how it goes.

Lavender Luz said...

I just made this with my daughter and our house smells so good.

Super easy. We're sharing the pie with friends tomorrow :-)

Thank you for this!

Emily @ablanket2keep said...

Same here. We always go apple picking and pick a wide range of them. I too know all the different ones and which are best for eating, baking, preserves, and sauce. We would make apple everything and eat so much of it you would think we would eventually get sick of apples, but that never happened.

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