I just love Apple Slices. No, not an apple you take a knife to and cut into slices. A pan of lusciously seasoned chunked up apple pieces baked between two flaky, buttery crusts with a drizzle of white frosting on top.
This, my dear children, is the first apple dessert I baked with the apples we've harvested from our trees this year. We've eaten a couple of the apples as slices (the raw, naked kind) with peanut butter for lunch once or twice, but this is the first baked confection I've made with them.
And, oh-oh, mmm-mmm, it is good! I made it last night after dinner and as you can see, it took a serious hit before I could get the white frosting on it this morning.
I've always liked Apple Slices even better than apple pie. I think it's because of a childhood memory I have of them from a bakery my mom used to visit on special occasions. Those were the days when bakeries actually BAKED their goodies with REAL ingredients rather than ordering in the frozen (tasteless) dough from a food service company as many of them do now.
No, I'm not going to include the recipe here because the dough for the crust (all butter) has always been so dang near impossible to roll out that I would just end up getting hate mail from any of you who tried to make it. As much as I LOVE the Apple Slices, I think the hassle with the crust is why I don't make it any more often than I do. Well, that and the fact that I tend to eat about three-quarters of it myself. When my husband asks where it all went, I'm getting really good at feigning innocence and saying I have Absolutely. No. Idea. ;o)
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