
I used to love these when I was a little girl! They look so
pretty and are like your very own special little apple pie! Well, I
happened to have 3 apples left and a sheet of frozen pie pastry in the
freezer to use up quickly before the apples got forgotten and turned to
applesauce…on their own. There’s nothing more sad when fruit gets
misplaced and goes bad and you have to pitch it to the birds. The birds
of course are appreciative, but there’s nothing I hate more than food
waste. Besides giving me a terrible
guilt complex, it’s a
shameful waste of money! Yes, I’ve been known to pinch pennies until
Lincoln’s eyeballs are popping out, and being wasteful is just plain a
pet peeve!
So what to do with them? Dinner was already planned. Actual
homemade applesauce seemed silly with only 3 apples, our internet was
down all day and I had searched about every cookbook I own for ideas and
nothing sounded good. So, hours later, that sheet of pastry in the
freezer that kept getting shoved to the back was finally looking like a
darned good idea!
Finally an idea hit me…Eureka! Baked stuffed apples!! I
re-opened about a dozen cookbooks for a recipe and baking times/temps
but couldn’t find a single one! So I stubbornly gave up and decided to
just wing-it. I was tired of racking my brain, no internet all day was
frustrating enough, and I just wanted my quest to finally be done! Put a
plan into some kind of
action and finally have
fun!

So after hollowing out the cores, I just eyeballed the space
and figured the brown sugar to a "T". I was determined by now that this
was not only going to work, it was going to be perfect and fabulous. If I messed up
coring them…. I’d chop them. If I tore the pastry beyond use…I’d make
rustic tarts. The day was going to turn around and I was going to make
it happen!

And they turned out beautiful! Just like the ones I
remembered from when I was a little girl at my Grandma’s house on a hot
summer day! The only things missing was some homemade, hand-churned ice
cream, and her. And Grandpa, who would whistle soft songs to the birds
and toss a few small pieces out to them to enjoy, too.
Sitting on the porch with my Grandparents and my own little perfect “apple pie.”. Such warm, wonderful memories.
I hope these remind you of your fondest childhood memories,
too! And don’t forget to pick up, or make, some good vanilla ice cream!
Source: wildflourskitchen