I’ve got this really great Apple and rhubarb crumble recipie. Now we really don’t have this very often. It’s a really random thing but I love it. I totally love […]
I’ve got this really great Apple and rhubarb crumble recipie. Now we really don’t have this very often. It’s a really random thing but I love it. I totally love apple crumble. It’s the topping right. The crumble makes it. Fuck the apples. I just really want the topping.
I hadn’t eaten this for years, I think since I lived in England. I think that’s because you can’t get brambly cooking apples here. Maybe you can in Tasmania or somewhere, but in Queensland you’re buggered. So I never bothered making it. I thought of it fondly, along with English pubs, picking blackberries, log fires and Sunday dinners.
Anyway one day the Doc made it. This is totally her recipie
I totally just took credit for that.
In fact all the best recipes are hers. I just dangle on the coat tails going ‘ OMG I’ve totally got the best recipie!’.
But y’know, she’s a sharer.
So anyway this recipie is great and occasionally it will be made. There’s a bit of hovering that goes around when this is made. Sidelong glances at portion size. There is always left overs because it makes a nice big dish.
There’s a certain anxiety about this.
I find myself peering into the fridge frequently to check the volume of the leftovers. There always seems plenty. I think ahhhhh that’s good I don’t fancy it now and I am assured that it’s all okay. There is still plenty left yes?
Well fuck my old boots at the actual point I want some I go to the fridge and nah. Nup. Show me your empty space. Show me your freshly washed dish. I have actually opened the dishwasher to empty it and gasped at the sparking dish. Look at fridge, look at dishwasher, look at fridge, look at dishwasher. Where does it go???
Now when the spunky boy lived here it seemed to disappear just as fast. Spunky boy doesn’t like cooked fruit. But he manages to eat crumble. Go figure. See it’s the crumble. Fuck the apples n all that. Younger spunky boy fully admits to loving it but hasn’t had any. The Doc thinks it’s nice but has tiny tablespoon sized portion. The Grandparents downstairs don’t fish through my fridge.
Someone actually comes into my house and eats the crumble!!!!!!!
Like a total stranger I reckon. Like a crumble lover.
At the moment there is actually leftover Apple and rhubarb crumble. Approximately 7cm by 9 cm.
It might cause you some angst but if you want to make it here is the recipie. Enjoy. Check your fridge often.
5 Rhubarb stalks chopped
3 large Granny Smiths apples cored and peeled and chopped (rustic sized)
1/4 cup caster sugar
1/2 cup self raising flour
1/3 cup plain flour
1tsp fresh ginger (grated)
100g butter (chilled)
1/2 cup rolled oats
1/2 cup brown sugar
Preheat oven to 180
Combine fruit, sugar, ginger and 2 tablespoons of water into an ovenproof dish. Cover with foil and bake for 25 mins.
I know you don’t have to use a pan and wash it up!!!!! Genius!!!!
Sift flours, rub butter in, stir in oats and brown sugar.
Sprinkle over fruit and bake for a further 20 to 25 mins.
Make this about 3 times a year and keep a bloody good eye on your fridge. ❤️