I’m writing this post a few days earlier because I want to get it down while it’s all still fresh in my spirit. I was feeling rather nostalgic about my mom this afternoon (Monday). Laying on the couch resting…not really napping, but eyes shut…I can hear the sound of the school buses bringing the children home. This time of day and year is rich with memories
In my mind’s eye I am back home safe with my mother, nestled against her breast with her arms wrapped around me. I open my eyes slightly. The sun glistens its finale through the trees casting dancing shadows and white glimmers against the wall and on the rug. Oh, this time of day is bitter/sweet. Smiling, yet yearning at the same time, I realize I’m still just that little girl who longs for her mother’s embrace.
Perhaps I feel this so profoundly these last few years because my own son is grown, and my role as mother-the embracing mother, the make it better mother- has come to an end. Perhaps that has awakened the child within me. Could you guess that “letting go” is a journey for me? By the way, my son will be 22 years young tomorrow (actually Nov. 29th).
I arose from the couch, and went into the kitchen where I noticed that the last of my apples were getting slightly soft, so I decided to make my mother’s apple crisp. It’s wonderfully yummy.
I follow the recipe she so lovingly typed out for me all those years ago on a real old fashioned typewriter (My mother’s house is filled with vintage).
It’s like she’s still guiding me through the process. I love these cards she typed. As you can see it’s been used quite often. I sometimes wonder where all those stains come from – am I really such a messy cook?
Here’s a cute story I’ll always remember about the apple crisp. When my sister, Denise, and I were younger, but old enough to prepare food, we concocted up a scheme. Our parents were going out one evening, so she and I decided that we would make up a batch of the apple crisp topping and have it all to ourselves…COL…
So as soon as my parents drove down the driveway, we got out all the ingredients and whipped some up. Then ate it raw! That’s right, we didn’t even cook it…just got a couple of spoons and enjoyed. Oh, it was so good! I laugh now just thinking of that happy sister memory. (Now-a-days I wouldn’t suggest you eat it raw unless you use pasteurized eggs, or eggs from your own hens).
I’d like to share the recipe with you, and perhaps you can make some fond memories with it, too.
Half fill a pan or glass baking dish with sliced apples (3 lbs.). Top with cinnamon.
1 cup sugar
1 cup flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
Add: 1 unbeaten egg
Add: 3/4 of a stick of melted butter or smart balance. Mix gently until it forms a dough. Take small portions of the dough and with your hands mash flat pieces and place over the apples in sections until all the dough is used, and all the apples are covered.
Bake at 375 degrees F. 25-30 minutes, or until crisp topping is browned nicely and apples are cooked.
Enjoy! Thank you for visiting me here on Leisure Lane, and until next time, may happy days abound!
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