Do you know the apple song? It goes something like this:
Apples, Apples, you are so pretty. Apples, Apples, you are so yummy. Apples, apples, come over here. Apples, Apples, get in my belly.
Have you heard of it before? Oh, no? That’s probably because I just made it up.
Goodness, I love apples. My favorite is Fuji, I say no Fuji apple left behind. But sometimes I’ll be in the apple aisle (usually where I hang out), touching all the apples, oohing and awwing at some new varieties, googling what each one taste likes (I’m in the aisle a long time) and I end up with a variety of apples in my cart. Honestly, Granny Smiths aren’t my favorite to eat raw, but I think they’re one of the best to bake with.
That’s why when I saw the Granny Smiths starting to age on my counter top I begun thinking of what to do with them. I hate when anything goes to waste. Seeing a lettuce head go back in my refrigerator (that we grew!) turns me to tears. Seriously. And don’t get me started on tomatoes that are forgotten about. I’ll save that for my next psychiatrist visit. So there’s some Granny Smith apples, slowly starting to fade. I can see their end soon. But we can’t let that happen.. we must save the apples!
So when life gives you almost at the end Granny Smiths, you give life baked brown sugar apples!
Oh goodness gracious, these are delicious. It’s like eating warm apples in a pie, but without the crust. The apples are covered in a brown sugar butter glaze and they are just the key to my apple loving heart. Serve with some whipped cream or ice cream on top and you have your new favorite dessert! If you have leftovers, I will warm them up in the morning, chop them into bite size pieces and throw on top of my oatmeal. MMMMM.