On the way home from church last week, Grace said, You know those apples we get when we’re at a restaurant? “No, what apples?” I asked. You know, those apples with the sauce? And they’re thick like apple pie? “Oh, right. Yes, I know those apples,” I said. Can we have those for supper tonight? I knew there was a bag full of apples on the kitchen table, so I said “Yes, of course.” before I even considered that I didn’t know how to make said apples. When we got home, I tried to Google said apples, but I didn’t even know what to call them. Cooked apples? Baked apples? Fried apples?Ã‚ Instead of spending an hour surfing the web, I asked on Twitter. Fortunately, my friends LisaÃ‚ and JessieLeigh came to my rescue and told me they’re called Fried Apples and explained how to make them. I have trouble with calling them Fried Apples since they are not batter-dipped and fried, but I’m trying to get over that. I guess that’s what they’re called since you cook them in butter in a skillet. The apples were delicious, and my kids ate every morsel of apples over the next couple of days. Both of them requested the apples at every meal until they were all gone.
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