apple, um, cobbler

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November 17, 2011 by Heather

I am going to share with you one of the very best things Andrew has contributed to our marriage, and to my life in general.

It is this strange dessert that his mom made for him and his brothers when they were younger.  It’s not really that strange, it’s just the recipe that is sort of funny to me.

Andrew Dessert

Ingredients: 
1 can of pie filling (my fav is apple, Andrew’s is cherry)
1 box yellow cake mix
1 stick of real butter

Preparation:
Put the stick of butter in the freezer for a few minutes.

Preheat oven to 350.  Grease a 9 x 13 baking dish and into it pour the pie filling, spreading it out to make an even layer.

Open the box of cake mix and then the actual bag the mix is in.  Smell of it, because it smells so dang good.  Ignore the instructions on the back of the cake box and just dump the dry cake mix all over the pie filling, sprinkling it out pretty evenly.  Don’t press it down or smooth it out.

Grab your cold, hard stick of buttah.  Grab your handheld cheese grater.  Grate that stick of butter all over the top of the cake mix.  I mean alllll over it, don’t leave a corner or edge uncovered by butter curly-q’s.  You will think, “Man, this is a lot of butter.”  Just dismiss that thought, because it is actually just enough butter.

If I am using apple pie filling and I want to be fancy, I sprinkle cinnamon on top of the butter.  So fancy, right?

Bake for 40-45 minutes.  Let it cool for 10 minutes before you dig in.

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Now.  I have been a pretty good girl as far as not being a super-indulgent pregnant lady goes.  I ignore the giant brownies in the hospital’s cafeteria.  When I have ice cream I still use my little small salsa bowl.  I eat lots of fruit and whole grains.  I take three different vitamins including an extra iron supplement, which backs me up like a tonka truck.  I drink a glass of skim milk every morning.  I chug water like a frat boy chugs, well, not water.

But when I got home from work today and saw that leftover Andrew Dessert sitting out on the counter…. My hungry pregnant hand went straight for a spoon and tore into what was left of the apple-y goodness.  I didn’t eat all of it, mind you.  But I had a nicely sized portion.  One for me, one for baby.

Then me and Mayfield went for a good walk.  I burped up Andrew Dessert the whole time.  And it was just as good coming up as it was going down.

I should probably go eat a banana to cancel out all the butter.  Yes, that’s how it works.

Happy Thursday.

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3 thoughts on “apple, um, cobbler

  1. Hannah J. says:

    Bahahaha. You are just so funny. Hey, I knew before I read it that you were going to say smell the cake mix. I totes did. I know you so well. Also, I need to make this dessert. Also, I almost cried when you mentioned baby. Just sayin’. Miss you mucho.

  2. Don’t cry, shop girl. Totes. Haha. And we smell everything, you and I. Duh.

  3. Katie w says:

    I love to read your blog Heath. It makes me feel close to you. Hey, I miss you.

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