(crossposted from the syntax of things)
after a brief discussion about it @ drinking liberally last night, i started to develop a sweet tooth. i realize that summer isn't the best time of year for baking, but i've got a mean hankering for something with apples. so, in the first (and probably last) installment of "cooking with syntax", i have a recipe i'd like to share with the blogosphere and the public at large:
apple betty owen taylor (serves eight)
- 4 cups thinly sliced apples (preferably local apples, picked by non-immigrant labor)
- 1/4 cup orange juice (preferably fresh-squeezed from oranges picked by non-immigrant labor)
- 3/4 cup ap flour (preferably milled from wheat harvested by non-immigrant labor)
- 1 cup white sugar (because if her husband charles had his way, brown sugar would be turned away at the u.s. border)
- 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon (cinnamon is harvested by coppicing, and we all know how ol' chainsaw charlie likes anything to do with chopping trees down - never mind the fact coppiced trees tend to grow back...)
- 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg (two popular sources for nutmeg are india and indonesia, two countries that several american companies have outsourced their labor to since chuckles the clown has been in office)
- 1 pinch salt (are there any salt mines near ivanovo oblast?)
- 1/2 cup butter (interestingly enough, one of charles taylor's biggest supporters is jack cecil, who is the president of biltmore farms. biltmore farms is a subsidiary of the biltmore company, who operates the biltmore estate, which was famous at one point for its creamery... it's a stretch, i know, but bear with me here)
- preheat oven to 375°. lightly grease a 9-inch pie plate
- mound sliced apples in the pie plate. sprinkle with orange juice
- in a medium bowl, mix the flour, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, and salt. cut in butter until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs. scatter over the apples
- bake in preheated oven for 45 minutes. serve warm.
- enjoy a bowl on the deck of your 50-room mansion overlooking western north carolina, ignoring the region's poor on whose backs you've climbed to get to where you are today. be smug; you deserve it. you're rich, and you're eating apple betty owen taylor!