Because it is the time of year to hurl myself enthusiastically into a fresh new season of cooking, plus also the time of year that my Washingtonian apple snobbery happily coexists with the apples actually available to me, I made roasted applesauce last night, inspired by the recipe in the latest Martha -- which is, I discovered near-identical to the recipe in Vegan with a Vengeance, except full of butter & brown sugar instead of maple syrup & canola oil.
Since I can't just follow simple directions, I chopped but did not peel the apples, tossed them with canola oil, a chunk of buttery stick, maple syrup, brown sugar, & cinnamon, then cooked them at 400F until they were like tiny little baked apples but not quite until they were mushy enough to sauce. I want to cook this every day, if only for the amazing smell. (I think these apples are dessert, not applesauce -- I like mine unsweetened -- but whatever they are, they're good enough that I had to go out last night & buy some vanilla ice cream to put under them. It was late enough that it was the hour of the young hipsters at the grocery store, & I felt a bit like I'd wandered into a foreign country, though that could have just been my disorientation at being in the store without being weighted down by giant cart + demanding children.)
Today, in between sneaking bites of cold apples from the fridge, I tried to get started on some crowns, but ended up using up most of my work time sitting in front of the computer with my daughter on my lap, sending a whole bunch of dorky Photobooth pictures of the two of us to my husband. Sometimes working from home is the best thing ever.