This is what my better half said to me this evening when sorting through our share: “We’ve gotten enough apples this season to make Steve Jobs blush.”
And then: “…Too soon?”
But truly, even our fair missed friend would agree that we have suffered the inundation of apple season. With our influx of apples, we’ve made applesauce, apple butter, appley meals, and apple deserts. We have been, for all intents and purposes, applified.
For some decadent examples, last weekend we indulged in heavenly apple challah french toast. (I also admit we went leafing… please don’t hate us.)
CSA share apples and radish salad with an apple cider vinaigrette. It had a very fall-like bite and a sweet crispy finish.
And the healthiest apple crisp you can imagine made with (obscene quantities of) apple, oatmeal, pecans, cinnamon, honey, salt, and butter.
Next up apple-butternut squash soup. Appley yourself.