I can hardly grasp the words to describe the smells wafting through the kitchen while this baked.
Pure buttery, brown sugar, apple and blueberry goodness.
I can remember the kitchen smelling like this when I was a child. It kinda makes all the everyday stresses in life melt away, even for just a moment. My mother would make apple crisps often. We had at least 4 apple trees in our backyard when I was a little girl and as soon as they started falling from the tree we were in business.
A lot of times they had served as a snack for a bug or two so they would have a hole or two. My mom would simply cut out the eaten part and dice them up into a pie or crisp. They were perfect for that.
Nowadays I don’t live close enough to help them use up their bags of apples but I don’t mind forking out a dollar or two for something special.
Especially if that something special is something I know mr will love. Father’s Day is coming up this weekend and I think I’ll make another one of these crisps just for him. And I’ll probably have a bite or two myself.