...when your freezer's already full of applesauce.
I have failed to teach my picky kids to eat around the bad spots. Too bad, since I like to buy those bags of blemished organic produce in the corner of the store.
Yesterday we baked Jewish Apple Cake from the Smitten Kitchen. It calls for basic ingredients, including oil instead of butter.
Andrew promptly dubbed it "Rotten Apple Cake," but even he wolfed his piece down.
Its smell was so tempting, I had to slice it in two and whisk it off to some neighbors, posthaste.