I adore Fall. But what I love even more is the chance to finally bake all the things that make me feel the warm and fuzzies. ‘Tis the season for comfort food, and it’s something I look forward to all summer long.
But today, I must admit defeat.
I don’t want to ever lie to you and pretend that I have everything all together all the time. Or any of the time. Because I really, really don’t.
You GUYS. I made waffles today. Waffles that turned out more beautifully than I could have ever asked for: soft and fluffy inside yet crisp on the outside, filled with juicy, fully-flavored apples, and easy enough to make on a lazy Sunday morning.
Whabam! Fall just kicked you in the face with these babies.
I actually feel a little guilty about something: I have yet to go apple picking this Fall, and to be honest it’s been years since I’ve been able to make it happen. We’re in New England, and it’s sort of a big deal around here. In addition to the actual picking of apples, I remember there being apple cider doughnuts, caramel apples, gallons of warm apple cider, and a lot of little kids with their sticky hands running around. I remember coming home with a huge bag of apples that I had picked myself and feeling kind of proud that I was going to use the fruits of my labor (pun definitely intended) for a great pie or cake or apple challah bread. And whatever I made would be completely and totally the product of my own hard work (apart from actually planting the apple tree – ain’t nobody got time for that).
You only need two apples to make these, so if you were to go apple picking you’d have to find other uses for the rest of them. Did I mention apple challah bread!? It’s pretty great.