Mini Apple Cups
Today was the day. We got the girls together to bake. All our friends groaned at the idea of two preschooler’s cooking together, but we planned and plotted. Easy recipe. Little baking time. Crafts ready as distractions. Ceri and I figured we had our bases covered.
We decided on another healthy snack since you can really never have enough of those: mini apple muffins. As we converted the recipe from grams and ounces to tablespoons and cups (thank God for the computer), we realized the recipe from a British book seemed slim on flour. Were these really going to be muffins?
Mini Apple Cups of Love
1/2 cup of whole wheat flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon of cinnamon
2 tablespoons of rolled oats
1/4 cup of Muscovado sugar (we used raw sugar)
1 peeled, cored and diced apple
2 tablespoons of butter, melted
1/2 cup of plain yogurt
As Ceri and I took turns measuring all the ingredients out for the girls (Scarlett would be in charge of blending and mixing wet ingredients, Esme dry), the other reffed the various squabbles over coloring book pages, who gets what baby and butterfly stickers. I pre-heated the oven to 400 and hoped for the best.
Just as we finished our prep work, Ceri and I noticed that the girls were trying to get out the front door. “Where are you guys going?,” I asked. “I want to ride my bike in the hall,” Scarlett informed us, as she lured Esme along. “Wait! We’re ready for you guys to make your muffins,” explained Ceri. Both girls gave us a blank look and proceeded out the door. “We’ll give you a chocolate egg if you come back and do your muffins,” I yelled.
Esme began by blending the flour, baking powder, cinnamon, sugar and rolled oats while Scarlett mixed the egg, butter and yogurt. They both perked up with pride as Ceri and I complimented them on their baking technique. (They really did do a good job pouring, mixing and blending.)
After the shit show of who gets to hand out the spoons as well as who gets what spoon, the girls (for the record: Esme red spoon, Scarlett pink) work alongside each other shoveling the mix into mini-muffin cups.
As you can see, they are mostly apple with just enough batter to hold them together. It’s what we liked about these little babies – they’re more fruit and less sugary cake. The perfect treat.
During the 12 minute bake time, we rode bikes in the hall. When the timer went off, the girls ran to the stove window. They got really giddy and hugged. Maybe it was the prospect of their accomplishment? Either that or one was trying to smother the other.
Unfortunately, the bike ride was also the time the camera was left on and the battery drained. Alas, no final shot to show you how yummy these looked. We settled them in front of Dora paper plates, each with a warm muffin. (They’re not really muffins. We decided they’re baked apple cups.) They both purred, “Yummy”. We felt a shot of relief with the success of our project until Scarlett wondered why Esme got more water than her.
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