- Dark chocolate
- Green tea
Apparently these are the top five foods for the brain… well, this is what Dad keeps telling me over and over again.
I am having all of them…..except I am really not in the mood for apples.
I love fresh, juicy, crisp apples in the summer. But this time of year the only way I can get my head round apples is in a crumble. I have to admit, I am super-duper fussy with my apple crumble. I mean I would always be polite when someone with a proud grin sets before me their prized apple crumble.
But in reality…..I only like it my way!!!!!!!!!
Apples sweet cinnamon perhaps some sultanas thrown in. And then a huge deep layer of crumble. Crumble being the main event. Sometimes oats thrown in or some brown sugar to give a bit of a crunch.
Then thick custard. Hot or cold I don’t mind which.
For extra indulgence a caramel sauce.
But I respect apple crumble tastes differ.
When I lived in the countryside I was forever coming home to find a kind friend or neighbour had left a box of apples from their trees on my doorstep. So I made a lot of crumble each autumn and had a lot of friends round on cold evenings for hot toddies and crumble. Some had the same preference for crumble over fruit as me and my youngest sister. But other friends complained vehemently “where is the fruit?”
Actually……I really wished I had perfected a blackberry crumble. I used to use blackberries in an oatmeal cakey scone recipe. It was yum but very tricky to make.
But the yummiest has to be cherries…..but in a pie.
This is just fruit.
Don’t get me started on pecan pie, banana bread, bakewell tart, carrot cake, choco cheesecakes, black forest roulades, melting choco puds with butterscotch sauce……I am hungry.
I am remembering all the dinner parties I threw in the past. I miss that. Living in a tiny bedsit in London means no huge dinner parties. Although, I have squeezed up to twelve friends in…most had to sit on the floor…it was rather cosy! One of the guys knocked a glass of red wine all over my white curtains. I have been happy here….but now I am thinking of all the things I miss. Memories are dominating me and devouring my contentment.