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May we raise children who love the unloved things - the dandelion, the worm, the spiderlings.
Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards the sun...
And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice,
may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things and be the one.
It's been ten years since that lonely day I left you
In the morning rain, smoking gun in hand
Ten lonely years but how my heart, it still remembers
Pray for me, momma, I'm a gypsy now
Best apple fritter recipe and the glaze is so delicious! I'll get the recipe up in a bit.
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Anticipation, anticipation
Is makin' me late
Is keepin' me waitin'
*Carly Simon
Robert Francis O'Rourke, Democrat, White guy, spent ~78 million to defeat, Ted Cruz, Republican immigrant Dark guy …
and lost …
But the Republicans are racist.
TIPS: We like Granny Smith apples in these fritters because they are tart and crisp. Apple juice doesn’t have enough flavor—you really do need the cider.
INGREDIENTS
FRITTERS
2 Granny Smith apples, peeled, cored, and cut into 1/4-inch pieces
2cups all-purpose flour
1/3cup granulated sugar
1tablespoon baking powder
1teaspoon Salt
1teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4teaspoon ground nutmeg
3/4cup apple cider
2large eggs, lightly beaten
2tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
3cups peanut or vegetable oil
1. Spread prepared apples in single layer on paper towel–lined baking sheet and pat thoroughly dry with paper towels. Combine flour, granulated sugar, baking powder, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg in large bowl. Whisk cider, eggs, and melted butter in medium bowl until combined. Stir apples into flour mixture. Stir in cider mixture until incorporated.
2. Heat oil in Dutch oven over medium-high heat to 350 degrees. Following step 1, use 1/3-cup measure to transfer 5 heaping portions of batter to oil. Press batter lightly with back of spoon to flatten. Fry, adjusting burner as necessary to maintain oil temperature between 325 and 350 degrees, until deep golden brown, 2 to 3 minutes per side. Transfer fritters to wire rack set inside rimmed baking sheet. Bring oil back to 350 degrees and repeat with remaining batter. Let fritters cool 5 minutes.
3. Meanwhile, whisk confectioners’ sugar, cider, cinnamon, and nutmeg in medium bowl until smooth. Top each fritter with 1 heaping tablespoon glaze. Let glaze set 10 minutes. Serve.
FORMING FAB FRITTERS
1. Use a 1/3-cup measure and a spoon to carefully and gently portion batter into the hot oil.
2. Use the spoon to gently press on each fritter. The flattened shape helps the interior cook through.
This recipe was from Cook's Country mag which I subscribe to but I also happened to watch this episode a few Saturdays ago on PBS. The outside of this fritter is light and crispy and melts in your mouth while the inside is soft and delicious. I didn't use the glaze they suggested (although it sounded pretty good) because I have another one that I use for donuts which we all like.
Apple Cider Glaze
2 tablespoons bottled boiled cider
1 tablespoon heavy cream
1 cup confectioners' or glazing sugar
May we raise children who love the unloved things - the dandelion, the worm, the spiderlings.
Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards the sun...
And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice,
may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things and be the one.
And unhealthy. Just sayin'. If she had me over I would eat one just to be neighborly of course.
You would succumb to a second one..just sayin'.
May we raise children who love the unloved things - the dandelion, the worm, the spiderlings.
Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards the sun...
And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice,
may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things and be the one.
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