Tonight I baked little miniature apple pies for my kids' lunches. This sounds impressive (and they tasted yummy - we had four after dinner) but I really only did it because I'm a cheapskate. You see, I bought a new kind of organic apple because I couldn't find the Pink Ladies. This new kind of apple had a nasty, mealy texture.
I only buy organic apples. These cost real money. Plus I'm cheap. (Did I already mention that fact?) At any rate...I couldn't let the apples go to waste. They had a nice TASTE, just a bad texture...so I figured what the heck - maybe they'd be ok if they got all baked with cinnamon, cloves, butter, and maple syrup. Guess what?
I don't make homemade pie crust. So it took me all of 10 minutes to unroll the pre-made pie crust, cut up the apples, and toss the ingredients in the cupcake pan. The longest part of the entire process (other than the actual baking) was defrosting the pie crust in the microwave. I was determined to do it right this time...no more cooking the pie crust in the microwave before I unroll it in the pie pan because I'm overeager to get going with my bakeshop. I've learned that lesson the hard way. (Three different times.)
I also wrote in my novel.
For two nights in a row.
The only thing better than smelling cinnamon and butter baking in your kitchen is writing your 33,883rd word after four months of writing nothing.