Friday Fuck Ups: Apple Picking
I went apple picking a few weeks back and, well, it was okay. We had to drive over an hour away—into Virginia?!?!— and well, manually pick apples.
The snacking-before-picking was fun though. Liza and I went to a press dinner at Urbana earlier in the week and as a parting gift got this bad ass mission fig jam, made by the chef using his family recipe. I’m not usually a jam girl, but paired with goat cheese, spread on a baguette and eating it at an orchard—yea, I can handle a jam like that. (Would love other suggestions for how to use up this jam. Also, how long will it last in the fridge?)
After we stuffed ourselves (this is also where the fritattas came in) we used these lacrosse stick looking devices that had a comb thing to pull the apples off of the trees. But every time I tried to snag one, they’d hit this inner part of the stick and tear a sliver of skin off. And I’m not going to buy a pierced apple, so I just threw it on the ground. That happened about 6 times before I gave up and just gossiped with El and Evo Diva (better known for her up-the-butt shenanigans) while another gaggle of girls kept pursuing the forbidden fruit.
Now for the fuck up. While we were eating every one was brainstorming about what they would create with a plethora of apples. Here’s a first try from El:
Worked with puff pasty for the first time. Just got the frozen stuff at TJs.
TRIED to make an apple tart. Was kind of a disaster.
Burned the puff pastry. 🙁
I still ate some of it; after scraping the black off.
Will try again, hopefully with better results.
Also, i kind of fear my oven isn’t calibrated right. the past few things i’ve cooked according to the recipe and it’s been trouble (roasted chicken). i need to get an oven thermometer, me thinks. i also didn’t do a “good recipe” for this. i actually didn’t really follow one. next time i plan on doing a little more to spice it up and then monitor it super well so it doens’t burn. i’m gonna talk to my mom to see if she has any sage advice.
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