Growing up, my family’s idea of a “vacation” was going to the race track in Wisconsin to watch my dad race his vintage Corvette. Looking back, the 100 degree days on black asphalt, gasoline fumes, burnt bratwursts, and far-from-sanitary bathroom situation was a far cry from a vacation in the traditional sense, but looking back on those many family trips…memories were made.
And if need be, I can probably change a tire and wench a car onto a flatbed trailer. I learned a few things along the way…including how embarrassing it can be to show up as the family with their matching “racing crew” tee-shirts. Embarrassing then – fond memories today. Funny how things often work out that way.
Since growing up and leaving home, my parents now partake in real vacations. As in, they go to a far-away location, eat at nice restaurants, sleep in hotels (versus 1-star motels), and come back with a killer tan. They go to their timeshare in Mexico…for 2 weeks. Every year. #jealous
Needless to say, they’ve moved up in the world after unloading children. Good for them, right? (Bad for me when I’m the worry wart sitting at home, wondering if they made it there safe and sound and they fail to communicate so for the better part of a week…)
They always go to Mexico during Halloween, which apparently, is QUITE the event in Puerto Vallarta. People go all out with their costumes and from the stories I’ve heard and pictures I’ve seen, it’s more of a “festival-like” event than the Halloween I know. It’s certainly more than kids going door-to-door begging for candy, anyways.
Personally? I enjoy being around for holidays — even holidays that aren’t my favorite, like Halloween.
Other than Lily’s tutu adorning her never-shrinking waistline, Halloween to me is just another fall day. I love fall. A day to appreciate the colorful leaves that are quickly making their way to the ground. A day to look forward to college football…and basketball. Another day where I can find any and every excuse to weave pumpkin into my diet. And apples. Apples, too.
I don’t know about you, but after apple picking and my CSA deliveries, my fridge is chock full of apples…which I have no complaints over finding many ways to enjoy. 🙂
- 6 apples, peeled, cored, and diced
- 2 Tbsp sugar
- 2 tsp tapioca starch, arrowroot powder, or cornstarch
- juice of ½ lemon
- 1 Tbsp cinnamon
- 1 cup gluten-free rolled oats
- ¼ cup almond flour
- ⅓ cup brown sugar
- ¼ cup coconut oil (solidified)
- Preheat oven to 375 F.
- Place apples in a 2 quart baking dish and sprinkle with sugar, tapioca starch, lemon juice, and cinnamon; toss well.
- In a medium bowl, combine the oats, almond flour, and brown sugar; whisk to combine. Drop the coconut oil by teaspoons over the oat mixture and using your fingers, blend the coconut oil into the oats until the consistency becomes pebble-like in consistency. Top the apples evenly with the oat mixture.
- Bake the crisp for 30-35 minutes or until apples are soft and the top of the oats are lightly browned. Cool for 5-10 minutes before serving.
Early meeting…off I go!
P.S. Did you see on Facebook? I’m done with my gluten-free cookbook! 😀