This is for my Haiku Recipe Assignment.
Sugar, flour, salt,
Cinnamon, apple, in crust,
Bake forty minutes.
I’m hungry. I stayed up late last night and finished off the blueberry muffins my wife made for me yesterday. She’s a phenomenal baker, and loves to bake for the family. My toddler loves apples: green apples, red apples, applesauce, cinnamon applesauce, berry applesauce, banana applesauce, apple butter, apple juice, cran-apple juice. You name it, and as long as there’s apple in it, it will disappear within seconds. So, we have a lot of apple-containing products in the house.
She’s a wonderful mother, and knows we will appreciate it, so she makes apple pie quite often. I’m more of a sucker for apple cobbler, but she likes the top crust to be breaded, so it’s really not a concession on my part (she’s the one making it, after all). The end result is always phenomenal.
I wish I had more syllables for this, but I guess speechlessness doesn’t have any, so I couldn’t write a haiku about my reaction to her apple pie. The ingredients will have to do; synergy and whatnot.