It is Strange the Things We Remember
There are times that I cannot remember conversations I had last week, but certain childhood memories are indelibly encoded into my neurons.
I remember that the cookbook was geared for kids, but not that it was called. The recipe was for “Happle Bagel Sandwiches”
The gyst was to take a bagel half, lay down a slice of apple, put a slice of American cheese on top and sprinkle cinnamon. Then broil it, with parental supervision, until the cheese had achieved melts goodness. I remember it being delicious.
So I was being nostalgic the other day, but given that I can’t do the bagel anymore, I simplified and just laid the cheese on the csa apples. I swapped out smoked salt for cinnamon because I am way more of a savory girl these days, and I am happy to tell you that it was still delicious.