There comes a point when, having asked for more advice than you know what to do with, and having followed more recipes than is necessary (some so brief that cooking feels like an abstract painting, all sweeps and suggestion, and others so detailed you feel as if you are caught up in advanced painting by numbers that requires a calculator) you need to stop making pasta e fagioli
The irony is, that of all the recipes I could have chosen to get lost in for the book, I chose one I was suposedley confident about. Pasta e fagioli, pasta and beans, is something I know how to make, something I like to make, one (almost) instinctive movement following another, a dish that pleases not just me but others. Or do I, does it? Doubt crept in as I began to write, and then before I know it I’m freewheeling ingredients one minute, then measuring them meticulously the next, feeling upright and English (an Italian woman, one with passion, probable curves and an innate sense of q.b, would surely have no such doubts) listening to everyone but myself.
Neat endings are a bit boring, but so it was. Having walked and shaken off the doubt about more than just pasta e fagioli (leaving them flapping in a tree by the river just past Ponte Testaccio) and taking a pinch of advice from both the reckless and the meticulous recipes, I returned to the recipe taught to me by Carmela and then – in her words – made it my own. Borlotti beans soaked for 12 hours then cooked with a couple of bay leaves, celery and onion cooked in lots of olive oil, a little tomato, bean cooking water…….. I could have added a bit more salt, but otherwise I am pretty sure we are there.
If not quite reckless, then slaphappy is probably the best way to describe the way I approached baked apples. No recipe, a vague recollection of my mum stuffing bramley apples from the tree in the garden with butter, sugar and raisins, flimsy ideas about temperature and timing.
In the absence of raisins I used dates, one per apple, although Luca must have eaten at least one while I mashed. The slice of butter looked about 60 g (but I have never been very good at judging butter, even in my most puritanical phases I had a buttercup yellow patch under my chin) I measured the sugar with a scoop I once established held 70 g. I used rennete apples, their russeted, mottled skin and slightly dry flesh with good, sharp flavor ideal for baking.
I don’t remember my mum scoring round the circumference of the apples to stop them splitting, but I think she must have done. All six of my non-scored apples split, two so dramatically so that they looked like they were inside out. It didn’t stop them being delicious though, slumped, split, spilling and wrinkled as they were in a puddle of sweet melted butter. Dates work brilliantly, the tip exposed at the top of the apple darkening into a chewy tap, the rest surrounded by the ever softening apple providing a sweet, thick core. The apples themselves bake into a soft, grainy almost-puree and the skins (with the help of heat, sugar and butter) shrivel into full-flavored jackets . That said, I am sure some people will leave the skin, the same people who leave jacket potato skins maybe?
The key is to wait about ten minutes so some of the copious buttery juices are absorbed back into the fruit. We ate them with very cold, quite-thick unsweetened cream. Soaked and slumped, good things both. Talking of slumped – not that I have ever been slumped – I bet a dose of calvados over the apples before they go into the oven would work well. As is so often the case, the last apple, eaten for breakfast the next day, was the one I enjoyed most. Happy New Year again.
Baked apples with butter and dates
- 6 medium-sized baking apples (bramley or rennet ideally)
- 6 medjool dates
- about 60 g butter plus extra for buttering the dish
- about 70 g soft brown sugar
Set the oven to 180°
Core the apples and score them around the circumference so they don’t split (I forgot to do this obviously and they didn’t just split but explode) Remove the stones from the dates and then mash them with the butter and sugar. Lightly butter a ovenproof dish and then arrange the apples in the dish. Fill the hollow cavities with the date, butter and sugar mixture. Bake the apples for 30 – 40 minutes, until they are very soft and surrounded by sticky buttery juices. Allow the apples to sit for at least 10 minutes before serving so some of the juices are absorbed back into the soft fruit. Serve warm with cold cream.
Hi Rachel
I tried to take a look at your recipie for ‘pasta e fagioli’ as I have never cooked it – but when I click on the link it says ‘content not found’ – I would love to see your recipe
Best wishes
Virginia
actually just realized it’s pretty much written above – sorry!
Don’t apologise, as yes it is written but barely. I do have a recipe for pasta e fagioli from ages ago that I have adapted for the book (I leave out the carrot and pancetta now) https://racheleats.wordpress.com/2010/09/17/chop-chop/
Oh, yes! Who’d have thought you could teach an Englishwoman a thing or two about baked apples? These sound divine. Dates and Calvados it is then.
Not the most beautiful pud but so so good with the dates and lots of cold cream. I have more in the oven right now xx
I’ll be round! Seriously, we’re coming to Rome mid-March for a few days (too few), and in among all the culture, your Testaccio market sounds wonderful. I like it that it says in the info. I just found that tourists don’t go there. Just lovely locals like you, then 😉
yay, lets have lunch, let me know dates x
I love baked apples. A real dish of my childhood. I’ve blogged a festive take on it recently. http://spadeforkspoon.wordpress.com/2013/12/22/a-simple-christmas-dessert/
I love the idea of using mincemeat – will try as i still have a jar I made just before christmas – thank you
It works really well. Have heard of using marzipan too.
Delighted to see a new post and quickly scanned it whilst supper was cooking only to see it was about baked apples – of which I had 3 sitting in the oven! It was a last minute thing and something I have not done for years. I read the bit about them exploding, ran to the oven to save mine only to find one just trying to explode in slow motion, whipped them out, scored them and put them back in! Thanks, just in the nick of time. I, of course too lazy, did not core stuff or do anything else with them – but in their simplicity they went down very well with my girls. Now they are looking forward to having them again with butter, sugar and dates!
THANKS for the inspiration and amazing timing!!!!
Fiona
Glad we are in sync, must be the weather or the apples. Hope you are well and happy new year to you all x
Love the idea of the date! And love baked apples … I’ve got some rennette in the fridge now so that’s a good idea for tomorrow. Thank you.
And please don’t let your feelings of responsibility towards us (and all future readers of your book) weigh you down any more! Your descriptions and your adjectives communicate the how-tos very very well!
Ok, thank you, deal, I cast doubt aside. Hope your new year has begun well?
I LOVE baked apples! Last time I did them a while back, I UNDERdid them. I’m going to give them another go. They make the house smell so wonderfully!
They do, my tiny kitchen smelt like buttered apples until the next morning Timing does depend on the apples, softer ones cooking in 20, harder ones needing 35-40.
We used to eat them in Michigan when I was a kid – such a treat – butter, walnuts and raisins – then cream or vanilla ice cream. You’ve given me a Proustian hit. What a great dish to stave off the cold. Ken
P.S. Ignore your doubts.
You are right, about the walnuts (will try) and ignoring thx x
I love baked apples. My old lady used to pair off the skin from the top inch of each apple to prevent splitting and she stuffed them with a crumble mixture of oats butter and sugar. Never thought to try the calvados trick but I could see it working ever so nicely.
Crumble mixture, noted, to try, hope all is well in the land of two?
pretty hectic and messy, with occasional hilarity, as you might imagine.
Dates. Brilliant!
beautifully sweet and sticky
Love the fact that you are able and willing to do it ‘your way’!! Reach for ingredients naturally and mix and match them a if they had ‘fallen in love’ [which also is illogical!] with such wonderful results!! All the very best for you and the gorgeous Mr Monkey at your feet 🙂 !
Well, at least that is the plan. He is no longer at my feet having learned to climb…it is all rather dangerous at present. Hope you are well? x
Oh dear ~ You mean there is a definite need for four pairs of eyes to see exactly where the young master’s imagination has taken him in say roughly the last ten seconds . . . that too will pass, Mom 🙂 !
reassured (almost)
My mother made baked apples too.. and always with dates.. we all loved dates.. i think golden syrup was involved?.. butter?.. like you I must begin to feel my way through her recipe as she is long dead now. But my taste memories are not. Your baked apples are glorious. I must try to make some soon. Surely my mums were like your mums… c
Golden syrup too, my mind boggles about how nice that would be… to try. Hope you are well and your new year is off to a good start – sorry not to be visiting as much as I would like. x
Pasta e fagioli is a winter standard for me here in Sydney. If for no other reason than watching a friend’s face change from the “pasta with beans?” to “wow – pasta with beans!” look… Keep the recipes coming – love them all
That is such a good way to put it, as yes it is a dish you need to eat to understand.
Hope you don’t mind – I just linked to your recipe for this dish!
delighted you did – it looks perfect Rach
Thanks!
Sometimes recipes just don’t want to be written down. Just like how exciting putting out the washing seems when something else really should be getting done. I love a baked apple and I eat the skin.
Do you eat the jacket potato skin too. And of course you have the aga – super baked apples, my heart skips at the thought xx
Of course I do, and my daughters’ too. x
I knew that really
Just lovely. And I especially love the little green glass bowls in that last photo, we have the matching tea cups that have been ever present in my in-laws’ household, passed on down from Marco’s nonna. A nice memory. And prima o poi I have to make your pasta e fagioli.
We have cups too, from siciliy. I am going to send you the recipe to try xxx
Happy New Year Rachel & stop doubting yourself, in fact make that your resolution! Everything of yours that I have made has been wonderfully tasty & the recipes easy to follow. One of my resolutions is to eat less meat so pasta e fagioli sounds perfect.
Done, resolution made, onwards with courage. Thank you x
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My mum made her baked apples much the same way when I was growing up although now I think she uses the dreaded microwave. You have me craving them for breakfast tomorrow with a splash of yoghurt to pretend I’m being virtuous.
Yogurt sounds good, ideally the greek sort that is really just slightly sour cream. Happy New year x
Oh my, those apples look delicious (and the soup does, too)! It’s amazing how that doubt can creep in, even during the most consistent writing momentum. I was glad to read Virginia Woolf yesterday, and see that even on one of her last books, she went through phases where she believed she had forgotten how to write. She worked out her doubts, and I’m glad you walked yours away. I can’t wait to try that apple recipe.
I blew them away, along with a few other ridiculous preoccupations….that said. I hope you do, it is a nice one, simple and just right for these cold, short days, when we should all be slumped in butter.
“when we should all be slumped in butter.”
So true. So wise.
I’ll take your flimsy ideas over twelve others’ firm ones, any day, any year. (Though I must confess that talk of slumping, calvados, and thick-as-thick cream do sort of bias me, on this count.)
Happy New Year to you, Rachel. What a year it shall be.
xo,
M
the best filling for baked apples is marzipan- core the apple then use the corer to cut marzipan which then fits perfectly into said apple. Best of course with Bramleys? possibly the only thing not available in that wonderful market of yours.
Who leaves the jacket potato skins?? Nutters. xx
hehe exactly