Two weeks ago she arrived home a large quantity of apples and one afternoon I made the baked apples.
I know, I know, these are so sick to think about food. I thought well I, I thought for so long, until the other night ...
talking with two friends, I said that I had plenty of good apples at home but not wanting to prepare and difficult calorie desserts or jams and compotes, had "resigned" to eat apples a meal for at least two months and they could be good and healthy ... so, could the long braise.
My friend suggested that I promptly prepare baked. I immediately turned their noses up, but when she added that it was a quick and easy preparation and does not cost anything to prove, for kindness, I paid attention to the recipe which she calls good and healthy, but relegated to a corner of my brain.
How many times have I said "bleahh" to my grandmother or my mother when I was invited to taste the baked apples and bleahhh kept saying in silence while my friend concluded the explanation, recommending to enjoy them warm.
Then the other afternoon, perhaps because the rain, fog, the first chill, accomplices those apples in the basket that seemed to smile at me, well ... I do not know how or why, but I wanted to try.
So I took six apples, I washed and with a sharp knife, I dug a little 'to remove the core, inside the cavity I put a few grains of raisins and a little' chopped walnuts, I fence with apples a couple of cloves and I sprinkled with a little 'of cinnamon. Then I added a teaspoon of honey into each apple and I enjoyed doing minor squiggles of honey on the skins. I turned on the oven to 180 degrees and set the timer for 20 minutes.
Puzzled, I closed the oven door and went to place laundry in another room.
Soon the house was invaded by a strong smell, good, pleasant, better than any deodorant.
"How air fresheners recipe works perfectly, I thought, smiling.
While I gave a peek in the oven, the doorbell rings, "There is a profumooooo! That prepare good? ", asked my neighbor.
"None of that, stewed fruit, it will be crap."
Sometimes I long afternoons in the winter to prepare something tasty (roasted chestnuts, roasted peanuts, hot chocolate, ...)
apples and I made it cool, with absolute reluctance, I took one, cut it into two parts el'assaggiai. I was stunned: she knew good, old, exquisite.
Divided apples, I arranged them in saucers, irrorai them with the cooking liquid amber, dusted them with powdered sugar ...
My daughters arrived home, the first thing they said, "that smells good ... but it's not Christmas yet :-)! Yeah, I forgot, in December I have fun with the orange and cloves ...
"They're good, try" I said.
"baked apples? Mica we are sick .- They smell good, but no thanks .- "were the answers
" It 's a new recipe, popular in pubs, "gold apple smile"! Just a taste, come on! "
course did not believe my lie, but the good courtesy, with faces at all convinced, sank the spoon into the flesh and tasted.
slowly saw their expressions change: "But! I'd never have believed, they are delicious! "
Ten minutes before even I did not think so. But to say that I avoided.
