Baked Apple Donuts & Apple Cream Cheese Dip

An iPod/iPhone/iPad/iTouch a day keeps the doctor away, right? Close.

There are still lots of apple varieties at the farmer’s market with some serious taste to them. We are in Fuji’s prime time and if you can find them, do yourself a favor (my mom’s famous phrase) and try a Hokuto apple. They are high in fruit sugar and may the sweetest apple I have ever tasted. Keep them in the fridge and you’ll have a really crispy, Fuji-esque sweet treat.

I tend to have trouble getting my kids to eat straight fruit. I’ll usually need to give a dip along the side, blend it all in a smoothie or pair it with some kind of dairy product. Yesterday, I made some apple cream cheese dip and heard ooh’s from Dallas.

The dip is super simple, mix 2 ounces of cream cheese with 2 T. of apple juice or apple sauce and a squeeze of lemon. I topped with cinnamon for extra antioxidant measure. Dip away.

When I pick apples up from somewhere other than the farmer’s market, I usually won’t know the quality until I try my first bite. I’ve bought many a pricy fruit, only to come home and find meaty mush under the apple skin. The best thing to do with mediocre apples is to cook them! Either throw them in the crockpot with apple juice or water and make apple sauce, bake them in the oven with raisins or brown sugar, or my favorite, make a baked good!

I was excited to try the recipe for baked apple donuts I found at Cooking With My Kid. In case anyone actually cares about this, I have changed my spelling policy and will now allow myself to spell donuts without the ugh. Lame, yes…but I had to note for the other grammarphiles out there.

The recipe was perfect, my oven timing was not. These guys needed another five minutes in the oven to really get as brown as they needed to be. For the recipe, click on the photo above and visit one of my favorite cooking blogs. We used the fun pan I bought at Sur La Table and had these Christmas Eve morning.

I have just started keeping my apples in the fridge, what a difference! Tomorrow, I get to blog about a fun restaurant in the area, The Little Pear. There are a few “Pear” restaurants where I live and our book club is meeting for breakfast at the most affordable one, which is only two miles away. Hurray! We will be talking about Tina Fey’s book, Bossypants. I would like to get to Costco to see if they still have Mindy Kaling’s, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? After Fey’s book, I’d love another fast and funny read before diving into The Hunger Games.

Mindy plays Kelly on The Office and I think she is hilarious!

One of the best parts of Bossypants was Tina Fey’s prayer for her daughter at the end of the book.

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.


-Tina Fey (Click her to buy the book)

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