I’ve mentioned this before, but the Big Man is Irish, born and raised in Dublin (Northside Dub, for those of you who think that matters. It sure maters to him!) We met in Dublin in the summer of 2002 while I was on my college internship- of all the things I’d planned to bring home with me from that summer away, an Irish boyfriend was not on my list. And yet here we are- more than 11 years later, married since 2009 and with a baby on the way. Life takes some unexpected twists and turns sometimes, you know?
I lived in Dublin full-time from 2003 until 2006 before we moved, somewhat randomly, to Baltimore. I miss a lot about our life in Ireland, including the food; especially late night curries and fresh potato soup, Curly-Wurly and Dime candy bars, the tastiest Guinness you possibly ever want, and the thin crust pizzas I baked in the wood-fired oven at the brewpub kitchen where I worked. Every fall at the farmer’s market in the center of town there would be toffee apples, which in my opinion are one of the greatest parts about dreary Irish Autumns. The first time I bit into a crunchy, sweet toffee apple, standing in my wellie boots with a tote bag full of cheese, I was in love.
I grew up a Midwestern girl with caramel apples available every Fall, in all their drippy, gooey glory. But a toffee apple, with its thin candy shell, brings out the best in a fresh apple. It’s not too cloying or sweet, and when paired with a sprinkle of sea salt or dark chocolate topper, it tastes like every fresh, wonderful thing about the best season of the year.
Recently, I paired with My Irish Jeweler to create a series of seasonal recipes with an Irish flair. And guess what- yes! Toffee Apples are our first go!
Head on over to MyIrishJeweler.com to read the post, see the recipe, and check the photos. And then treat yourself to a grownup version of a caramel apple this Fall.