We used to get together with an aunt and uncle and cousins almost every fall and make apple dumplings. My mother would peel apples and my aunt would make the pastry and wrap the apples.
We cousins would hoot and holler and play, and wait to devour apple dumplings.
It seems like memories can be attached to foods. Tapioca always makes me think of my Grandma. Smarties make me think of her too. She always handed them out to us.
At my other Grandma’s we would munch fat, orange Cheese Curls, licking our fingers, stained from the snacks. I can still envision my Grandma pulling them out of the place she stored them.
It’s only natural, I suppose, when you think about it, for food to conjure up memories. Food is a part of life and we have been blessed with an abundance. Rather like turkey and Thanksgiving, certain foods fit certain occasions.
I don’t make apple dumplings all that often, but usually at least once every autumn. My daughter has discovered that she really likes them and both kiddos have enjoyed helping make them. I enjoy making them now and then. There are several steps it seems like, so it’s nice to have teamwork. None of the steps are hard, I just seem to think a recipe with several steps always looks like a bigger deal to make! 🙂
I bring you…………….APPLE DUMPLINGS!