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By HOLLY TABOR
It was the most creative idea I had had in a while as far as dinner is concerned. Two apples sat in the refrigerator drawer waiting for someone, anyone to eat them. They were the kind of apples that aren’t very good on their own. Kind of mushy and gritty at the same time. Half-way to applesauce.
Mealy. That’s the word I used to describe them. My husband just looked at me funny.
So, after having just put my daughter to bed, I sat on the sofa as he prepared to grill the pork loin for dinner and the apples called to me. They wanted to be fried.
It was the perfect way to get rid of these apples that I’d grown tired of hoping might be crisp when I bit into them, each time being disappointed. Apples go with pork, right? It seemed a match made in culinary heaven.
For the record, I don’t really cook dinner anymore and I wouldn’t know culinary heaven if someone served it to me on a plate. Since our daughter was born nine months ago, my husband cooks dinner nearly every night, lunch and breakfast too on weekends. Occasionally, we’ll decide to have spaghetti, which is one of few dishes in my repertoire. But, by and large, my husband is the cook in the family. It’s an arrangement that works well for us.
So the apples called to me and I sliced them, fairly thin so they’d cook quickly. But before putting them in the pan, I realized I didn’t remember how to make fried apples. I knew they were sweet, and then remembered I needed butter. So in it went and off I went to the computer, specifically Cooks.com, to find a recipe. The funny thing is – and I didn’t realize this until days later – to get to the computer, I walked past at least seven cookbooks, a binder and my grandmother’s old recipe tin, combined probably full of hundreds of ways to cook everything from apples to zucchini.
It struck me, then, how different my home must be from the one my grandmother made for her family.
My grandmother worked, cleaned the house, cared for her children and cooked their meals. And she didn’t need Cooks.com or the Internet. After her children were grown, she always welcomed her grandchildren to the breakfast table for a special bowl of oatmeal; or to the dinner table for her famous meatloaf, which has yet to be duplicated by hands other than her own.
In my house, I have a collection of recipes, many of which sound delicious and I’d love to try sometime, but my husband does the cooking. And he uses the Internet, plus a little inspiration from the television show “Top Chef.”
Following his example, I too went to the Internet with high hopes of finding the perfect recipe. Found a pretty straight-forward one, dumped all the ingredients into the pan without measuring and fried my apples. A little clumpy, too much butter probably and not enough of something else. We ate them. Not perfect, but they were good. Good enough for this wife and mother, who works, cleans and takes care of her child, and is glad to let her husband do the cooking.
Just not as good as Grandma’s
Features Editor Holly Tabor can be reached at 505-1745 or email@example.com.