It is early Fall as I write this and very soon the new crop of apples will be at their peak. In New England, this ripening of the most gorgeous shiny orbs, is celebrated by city folk who, once a year, wander into the orchards to pick apples. A bonus is the extraordinary pleasure of purchasing and drinking the orchard’s own fresh pressed or hardened apple cider.
The weather in Boston turned cold suddenly. I was under the happy illusion that we would continue with balmy summery days. Until now. So with apples at the farmer’s markets and a move towards baking mixing up some concoction to bake my haul from the market was a natural. And with jam on hand and my love of tree nuts I came up with a delicious sweet and warm baked apple.